My Life

I saw the edge,
Of a cutting knife.
I heard the voice,
Of a nagging wife.

They both were sharp,
And they dug me in.
With the blue-blazed edge,
Of a deadly sin.

O bear me God,
For another try.
That I might learn,
Before I die.

Help me to grin,
And set my pace.
To carry-on,
And win my race.

So where ever I go,
To fight with strife.
Give me the strength,
To live my life.


E.P. 1908 - 1989