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Fragile Days
damion hamilton
Well there’s allergies and toothaches
Minor and major illnesses
This day very little goes right
I picked up my food at a Chinese take out
And the kid whom always smiles at me
When I come in there; well he’s
Sick and has very red eyes and a fever
But he’s working—folding some flyers
Trying to stay awake and look healthy
And brave; but he’s failing
I get my food and tell him that I hope
He feels better and then I leave,
While driving around thinking about the kid—
Hoping he feels better
And I don’t feel too well myself,
While fighting allergies and a hangover
Then things start to bother me:
My cluttered room, my cluttered car, my job,
To many people in a convenient store,
A bill in the mail, a gnat flying by my ear,
And spilling a glass of water can
Cause one to break down and sob,
Or yell and smash something
This being one of the crazy
And fragile days