One Lady's Crazy Pace

I am sick of the weary hours
The milk that always sours
Before I can finish the quart!
I am not the happy all alone sort
Who putters around with projects content
With my lot because inside the anger pent
Up is ready to drive me to fling
My heart to the strangers. The sting
Of my solitary life numbs me.
Dumb me I always fail to see
The one silently by my side.
I search but where does he hide?
I'm blinded by the coffee stain
By the daily strain of the 8:30 train.
I'm distracted by the Daily News
Raising hands looking good in third row pews
Jesus with this pace I fail to see your lovely face.
 
   
Note: This site describes Peterson Toscano's work until late 2003. See PetersonToscano.com for current info.