Help get my feet back on the ground a broken neck took me away a good job for me never found since twenty-one no jobs did stay founded love more than any work in the navy there was no love I loved drinking without a cork this life nothing to get rid of it’s this writing that keeps me sane and the wife fills in all the blanks she sometimes says I’m one big pain to Poetry Soup I give thanks but writing won't pay all these bills my wife's work and the VA pays to me there seems to be less thrills I'll be writing without delays