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During the buisiness of the day

Contributed by voiceinthewilderness on Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 01:57:48 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems





Its during the business of the day
I try to complete everything
I Finish all on my list to do
in strenuous detailing and complementing

Its during the business of the day
I scramble about with many things on my mind
Not taking time to think of my family,
nor time for myself to unwind.

Its during the business of the day
I attempt to accomplish my task,
to please my supervisor and my family,
So, why does it seem as though I lack?

Its during the business of the day
that I pay the bills and bring nourishment to our bones,
that I save for college tuition
so they don’t have to pay any loans.

Its during the business of the day
that I make use of the skill I have been given
to be the father of my home
and to provide a decent living.

Why does it seem like I do not succeed?
Why does it seem like I fail?
Why do I do this futile task
If it will surely come to no avail?

For it is during the business of the day
that I cannot please a single person,
They say I am not sufficient for protection
They say he has efficiency for subversion.

Am I a man unfit to be a father?
A good husband am I not?
Because I provide for all,
will I forever rot?

For it is during the business of the day
that I become so involved with my work
I forget about everything around me,
it is in my duties that I only lurk.

My attention is engrossed in one direction,
all day my eyes look to one place.
It’s hard to not think of work outside work
to even slow myself to a normal pace.

I would think my family glad to see me walk in the door
the kids would come and my wife would flirt
but the kids do not run towards me
and she scolds me for my hard work

It is then that I realize
during the business of the long day
that I continually forget to call my wife
so, I wipe my family away.

It is then that I realize,
during the business of the long day
that I suppress my life by habit
while my family remains afray.

I aim to one goal
and my wife to another
our intentions are separate
as an open flame to butter.

When our plans are apart
It cannot be good for our health
two ways we go
A house divided by itself

And surely as the Lord lives
it is not as I had planned
for I have now found out
a house divided cannot stand.

For it is during the business of the day
that my wife is at home and she sobs
even at night she cries quietly
because my mind is always on my job

My house is going to break
and my life is splitting in two,
how could I be so easily ignorant
and act like my marriage is through?

Shall I continue to destroy?
Shall I let all go to hell?
For it is possible to save
it is possible to dispel.

A decision lies before me
to do well or to do ill,
I could run or I could hide
or selflessly rebuild.

A woman of grandeur
is not easy to find,
but a woman of chaos
may leave me behind

These are my scales
to weigh my blessing.
My choices are few
and my time is lessening.

There is no such same treasure
to be likened unto a man
than for one astray to be reunited
to his wife and original plan.

Will she accept me as a failure?
Will she see me as her betrothed?
For indeed against her have I sinned,
and failure to my house have I caused.

Either way the choice belongs to me
to give a second chance a shot.
To make love my family’s name
or make despair again my plot.

Surely I choose life
and as the lord lives,
He is my path to peace
a second chance he gives.

My gracious God, shall I have,
my house be given to shame?
Shall I lose this gift you gave
or render peace unto my name?

Is not my wife the one I chose?
Is she not the one I asked?
Let no man ever separate
this gift that was meant to last.

Therefore I am included
I promise to live up
It is not my just duty
to ever give up.

Again I will see peace
in love we will have fame
It is my newly determined cause
to bring grace to my family’s name.

My kids will soon grow up
I will be with my wife together
Come death one day inevitable
I’ll be with her forever.




Copyright © voiceinthewilderness ... [ 2005-03-15 01:57:48]
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Re: During the buisiness of the day (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 02:10:20 AM AEST
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A very good write.
huggs,
emy
It's a pitty that more men arn't like this.


Re: During the buisiness of the day (User Rating: 1 )
by xtremcalibur on Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 03:17:45 AM AEST
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I believe it takes a man to know his worth. I admire a man who thinks about his family's demise. But it reminds me of the commercial of the man who is going to jail for fraud. I see his children complaining about being shamed by him. Or the girl who will not talking to her father because of the same. I believe that if you are pure of heart and remain true to your family to not break any vows, then a welcoming pair of arms and children saying hi dad is in order. As a man's chosen one, trust is the key. It isn't easy to have both today. But if determined, it should work, but we live in a plastic world and all that goes with it including the family unit. You aren't always to blame. Kind you are to have written these words. Thank you for sharing.


Re: During the buisiness of the day (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 03:47:17 AM AEST
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Your poem was sweet, and I wish more men would think as you do, maybe I would choose to someday marry if it was so!LOL! But anyway, as xtemcaliber said not only should you be at fault but your family should also come forward for you. only if you were as you say you were in your poem it obviously wouldent be easy for your family to do so if your mind wasnt there. Luckily now you have been enlightend by God, and wont loose the most precious thing in your life.
Its Good To Know Men Like You Still Do Excist!


Re: During the buisiness of the day (User Rating: 1 )
by voiceinthewilderness on Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 11:49:08 PM AEST
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Forgive me yall, but I didn't mean this to sound like the person was me! Its not. I was inspired to write it because of all of the broken families that are in despair. I came from one myself. My hopes in writing this was to somehow touch one that may be going through the fires of divorce or anything of the like so that this may give opportunity to guide them along to a better, safer for all, and more peaceful path. But thankyou all for your gracious comments. Godbless.




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