52nd Week

I am just sitting out here,
with sunshine and a beer.
No fear,
of the guilt trip that is yet to come.
Seeing all of God’s creation
and manning this station.
My vacation!
When you storm out from the house.
You know this is our families’ trip
and you can only just sit.
Firm grip,
to every bit of sand below you.
All of us are having fun
You sit here on your bum
Ignore everyone,
seven days straight like last year.
I just enjoy this beach,
so no need to reach,
I preach,
out because i’m not going anywhere.
Where were you the for 51 weeks?
Complaining of bone creeks?
Fixing leaks?
I smile and laugh each and every day.
Imparting wisdom to many others.
Feeding the unwed mothers,
helping brothers.
While also asking you to play with me.
I enjoy all the offerings of this life.
You cry out in strife,
a knife,
cutting away at my sole every minute.
And now here we all are,
i’m not at some bar.
Not far,
from those who claim to love me.
Saving it all for this moment.
Not worrying about the rent.
I vent.
This time is for eye and not you.
You have 358 other days,
when I sing your praise.
The ways,
you never take all that seriously.
So this week I’m totally free,
with nature that loves me.
In totality!
You have plenty of other time to stress
When you love all your days,
spend them all in praise.
He says,
vacations are not all that important
But when they are used to escape,
from this everyday hate,
no cape.
Time to let someone else play the hero.
I’ve been sitting here all this time,
And god says your mine.
Im fine!
I learn much of what is needed ahead.
Next week you’ll ask me to fix.
The kids will laugh at my trix.
Getting kicks,
at the light I absorbed from the beach.
So put a brake on your guilt.
51 weeks I have built,
a stilt,
to hold the temple in its place.
Examin where you are at.
Your life spent in combat.
A rat,
you scurry for one piece of cheese
When we all leave for home
you may end up alone,
and prone,
to heap the blame on anyone else.
Or you can just tolerate.
While i’d rather procreate.
No debate,
we used to have so much fun together.
You let life get in your way.
So on this beach I will stay,
all day.
You can be the glue in this puzzle.
I have reggae music and water.
And hear this, God’s daughter,
to slaughter,
your fate is leading your body.
I won’t go there with you.
But if you give it a few,
and stew,
you’ll see where you went wrong.
You had all that you were needing.
Even through heartache and bleeding.
His feeding,
is all your sole should be searching for.