Ann-Marie Spittle

YOU’RE SORTING IT

I know, should be quiet and not ask
When you will complete this serious task
That once is done will let me soar again

You’re sorting it

You’ve told me to have faith in you
And I do, I really do
But my human faults shine through

You’re sorting it

I see their faces every day
And wished they would just go away
Leave me alone and let me play

You’re sorting it

You hold me while I sleep at night
You help me stand, and breathe, and fight
You help me not kill them though I feel I might

You’re sorting it

But I’m as weak as all the rest
I have to get this off my chest
When will you answer my request

Of sorting it

The cool breeze about me blows
And my heart well it just plain knows
That you are on the job and dealing blows

You’re sorting it