Written In A Bowling Alley Poem by Amanda May Moore

My Job- I have many
But you can have any

I will trade you any day
Because I need some other way
When I cannot eschew my worries away

Sometimes I find it hard to smile
So I walk a sad mile

Then my one most important job is lost
When I am not found, I am crisscrossed

I'm not lost but I'm in need of being found
Find me- just turn around

But you won't and that is fine
Because I hurt your heart-not mine.

Now my job is to go on with hope