Climbing Up to the Bottom

Seems I'm always stuck between that hard place and a rock
Feelin' lower than a snake's belly in a rut.
Dow Jones' value droppin', I have tons of worthless stock.
Where is my bailout? Congress, kiss my butt!

Climbing my way up to the bottom.
Starting all over again.
Not sure where I'm going.
Don't care where I've been.
On my way up to the bottom
Lord, help me to my feet again.

At times I let my 'gator mouth overload my ass.
Saying things I should have left alone.
Scaring off the ones I love, my friends give me a pass.
It's a wonder someone doesn't break my bones.

Climbing my way up to the bottom.
Starting all over again.
Not sure where I'm going.
Don't care where I've been.
On my way up to the bottom
Lord, help me to my feet again.

If you find yourself in deep, a bit above your head.
Tread that water as long as you can.
Just be sure you don't sleep with the devil in your bed,
And jump into the fire from the frying pan.

Climbing my way up to the bottom.
Starting all over again.
Not sure where I'm going.
Don't care where I've been.
On my way up to the bottom
Lord, help me to my feet again.






Poetry by JustBob
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Written on 2009-03-23 at 20:19

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
I love this poem. It depicts the guts and bones of a real person living a life. I can relate to this. I like the lyrical aspect that could be easily turned into a song. My vote would be for Randy Travis to record it.
2009-03-23