Post by diehard on Sept 11, 2009 12:48:23 GMT -5
Thoughts on Fate, Nine Eleven and ALJ Hiring
All last week,
I sat by the phone.
I'd pick it up now and then
Just to check the dial tone.
I tried to stay calm,
Be the man I should be,
But the child inside cried,
"Pick me. Please pick me."
Then I remembered a time
Around sixty-eight
A lottery for the draft.
Vietnam wouldn't wait.
When they picked birthdays,
Mine was three hundred and three
And I sighed with relief
When they didn't pick me.
In two thousand and one
I had a great job in New York
An office in the towers
With a view of the park.
But September that year,
My wife delivered our first
And I took some time off
So proud I could burst.
When the plane hit my building
I was home sipping tea
And I cried out in my grief,
"Why not me? Why not me?"
And a still small voice
Provided a clue.
I had to pick someone
I didn't pick you.
The one day last year
My child had the flu
A train hit her school bus
Out of the blue
Several children were hurt
Two children were dead
While our precious child
Was home safe in bed.
Again I asked God,
"How unfair can life be?"
While silently grateful
It hadn't happened to me.
And the still small voice
Came to me once again.
"It wasn't your child.
Cause it wasn't My plan."
And again I was thankful
That I hadn't been picked.
This game of life,
Seemed I had it licked.
Until last week
All my friends getting calls
And me home by the phone
Climbing the walls.
Suddenly I decided,
"I'm changing my plea.
For this one little thing,
Why can't you pick me?"
But this morning in church
It all became clear.
The voice came again
And this time I could hear.
"How silly you look,
Pouting there in that seat.
One little lawyer without shoes,
Has a hundred clients without feet."
"You can't have it both ways,
All happy.... no sad.
When life deals the cards,
Some are good. Some are bad."
"So get up tomorrow
And do what you do best.
Go slay those dragons
And forget all the rest."
And at last I felt peace.
For once I could see.
They had to pick someone,
It didn't have to be me.
All last week,
I sat by the phone.
I'd pick it up now and then
Just to check the dial tone.
I tried to stay calm,
Be the man I should be,
But the child inside cried,
"Pick me. Please pick me."
Then I remembered a time
Around sixty-eight
A lottery for the draft.
Vietnam wouldn't wait.
When they picked birthdays,
Mine was three hundred and three
And I sighed with relief
When they didn't pick me.
In two thousand and one
I had a great job in New York
An office in the towers
With a view of the park.
But September that year,
My wife delivered our first
And I took some time off
So proud I could burst.
When the plane hit my building
I was home sipping tea
And I cried out in my grief,
"Why not me? Why not me?"
And a still small voice
Provided a clue.
I had to pick someone
I didn't pick you.
The one day last year
My child had the flu
A train hit her school bus
Out of the blue
Several children were hurt
Two children were dead
While our precious child
Was home safe in bed.
Again I asked God,
"How unfair can life be?"
While silently grateful
It hadn't happened to me.
And the still small voice
Came to me once again.
"It wasn't your child.
Cause it wasn't My plan."
And again I was thankful
That I hadn't been picked.
This game of life,
Seemed I had it licked.
Until last week
All my friends getting calls
And me home by the phone
Climbing the walls.
Suddenly I decided,
"I'm changing my plea.
For this one little thing,
Why can't you pick me?"
But this morning in church
It all became clear.
The voice came again
And this time I could hear.
"How silly you look,
Pouting there in that seat.
One little lawyer without shoes,
Has a hundred clients without feet."
"You can't have it both ways,
All happy.... no sad.
When life deals the cards,
Some are good. Some are bad."
"So get up tomorrow
And do what you do best.
Go slay those dragons
And forget all the rest."
And at last I felt peace.
For once I could see.
They had to pick someone,
It didn't have to be me.
