Somethin’  was a knockin’ at the door this morn’

I said somethin’ sad was a knockin’ at the door this morn’

and I didn’t want to get up to see what was a knockin’ at that door

because I was feelin’ kinda down you see; yes I was feelin’

down and dreary and I was even too lazy to pick my mind

up off this dusty floor.

Mama always said there would be days like these; she said

there would be days where the sun wasn’t gonna shine.

She said “Hell, the sun don’t owe us a damn thing”

but we still will have to pick up our hearts and sing.

She said we were born to have the blues and I had them

this mornin’ because the knockin’ at my door wasn’t gonna stop

til I answered the door to my internal pain.

My heart felt like shit and my feelings were arguing

with my morals; my common sense was even growlin’

when my conscious decided to start a howlin’

I had the blues and I had them bad.  I felt the fingertips

of my anger snappin and the energy from the shoe bottoms

of my sadness tappin

because I was brokin’ with my tears steamin’ and smokin’

from a different kind of love walkin’ out that door

and mama said there would be days like these

but she didn’t tell me it would hurt this bad.

© 2010

Tarringo T. Vaughan