I went to get the mail today, ’Til then my day was bright. I thought my work was caught up And the year had gone alright. Like normal there were offers
For six new credit cards, And a flyer showing John Deere Has a sale on sickle guards. Then I saw it in my hand, A plain white envelope. A notice that would tilt my world And send me down the slope. Gone is all my childish joy, Gone is my cheerful smile. A bad taste rises in my mouth Like lutefisk or bile. I felt a sharp pain hit me, Like a kidney stone to pass. It seems someone has organized A reunion of our class. Don’t get me wrong, I like the folks With whom I went to school. It’s when I think about myself My feelings start to cool. All the things I should have done, All that had to wait. I feel like I’ve been called to stand And answer at the gate. But wait, I have a little time. There’s still a little hope. I know I must lay out a plan, Define the size and scope. Of the challenges before me, So in these final days I can overcome the bad effects Of my foolish ways. First I have to lose some weight, Perhaps I’ll start to run. But sweating when you’re hungry Don’t sound like too much fun. And I should really have some hair, The kind that you can style. But I’ve been too long without, Folks would point and smile. I wish I had a better job. We need a brand new house. If I didn’t love this one so much, I’d like a younger spouse. I wish I was a doctor With perfect teeth for smiles. I wish our car had something less Than a hundred thousand miles. What to do, which way to turn, My world is in a spin. My only chance with this much time: Play Powerball and win. If I was rich as an Arab Sheik From selling oil and gas, Then I’d be set to face the school Reunion of our class.
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Write Field column is written by David Kragnes. David farms near Felton, MN. He is a former Chairman of American Crystal Sugar Co., and currently serves on the board of directors of CoBank.
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