When you start hating your work.

Distracted by a young construction worker. Written 4/14/06.

Workers waiting to go home from work.

After my first daughter was born I was musing on the different kinds of love a woman could give, and I wrote a poem dreaming about enjoying each type from one woman, if it were possible–but it’s only a dream.

In 2008, yours truly attempted to be hired as an apprentice under a licensed electrician. Suffice it to say, my mentors chose not to hire me – not because of my ability to complete work, but due to the fact I didn’t fit into the typical stereotype of a blue-collar worker.

This song is written for Colonel Walter[Mickey] Presha. Mr Presha and his family were migrant workers. They traveled from town to town harvesting vegetables. He no longer has to work that way, because his dreams have cause him to be successful in this world. He is now the CEO of all the Rural
clinics in Manatee Country called Manatee Country Rural Health Service.

Welcome to the $25,000 Pyramid. What is the answer? Things that make you ponder; things that concern you; things that actually matter. Ding, Ding, Ding.