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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: The Short End of the Stick (02/20/14)

TITLE: The Muck of Life
By Charla Diehl
02/26/14


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Descending clouds, impending dread
Why is it I never get ahead
The muck of life is quicksand thick
Again I draw the shortest stick

My face rarely beams a smile
New friends linger just awhile
Routine days lack inspiration
What is my calling, my destination

“Eyeore”, a nickname I acquired
Long ago when I was hired
To assist the town’s one mortician
I fizzled out as the town’s beautician

One Autumn day the sun glowed bright
Much like the moon the other night
But somehow, someway, newly aware
I’ve become of the wonders ev’rywhere

I studied a neighbor’s painted mums
And surprised myself with cautious hums
Then a warbler’s song caught my attention
Happy notes deserving honorable mention

The sky’s no bluer than before
But today I noticed its beauty more
Whoa--could that be zip in my step
Eagerly walking to work with pep

Old Joe’s morgue didn’t reek of doom
Fresh flowers exude sweet perfumes
A stylish hairdo I gave Miss Trixie
So cute--she would’ve loved this pixie

No need for small talk conversations
These clients have reached their destinations
With new attitude my scissored art
Tidies up the beard of “Buffalo” Bart

Could it be that these departed people
Now point me to the church’s steeple
I open the Bible in the morgue
Psalm twenty-three, slowly absorbs

Paying a visit to the town’s one pastor
I learn my future’s not meant for disaster
No more will I accept short ends
Rather on His love I shall depend


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Sara Harricharan 03/02/14
Great title. I like the way you have a subtle thread of humor through each verse, especially with the line of mortician and beautician. The message is very nicely woven through to the end and I'm glad it ended on a happy note. Thanks for sharing!
CD Swanson 03/03/14
Nicely done!

God bless~