Grit Poem by Leon Agnew

There are times in my life
So abundant with strife
That it seems I could never go on.
Sometimes in pain I sink
Till with anguish I stink
And it seems like I may not live long.

Through the grit I have chewed
I've become somewhat shrewd
And no longer in my pain I stay.
I abide by the shore
At the sun's open door
Until I catch a glimpse of the day.

It's a long, narrow path
In the glare of God's wrath
When all His blessings seem like a curse.
There is nothing so true
When we're tired and blue
As the comforting call of a hearse.

On the grit and the sand
I have made my homeland
In a place where sadness can't remain.
I look up at the stars
And peer down at the cars
Then forget all my troubles and pain.