Stuck driving 20 in a 35

Behind a junk man

Whose trailer has a flat tire

And maybe a broken axel,

But I can't gripe,

I can see,

The junk man is me.

The trailer the tire,

The broken down life

Of a heart on fire,

And I can wish someone

Would say to me

I'm a beautiful mess,

And maybe someone has,

And maybe it's true,

And maybe it's not.

My Christmas lights are in a tangle,

And one end doesn't sparkle anymore,

And somewhere along the line

That one burnt out bulb

Refuses to shine

And blocks the rest from trying.

I'm old-fashioned that way,

And maybe I am a beautiful mess,

And maybe I'm not,

But I'm all I've got today,

And maybe, for forever.

-jenn