THINGS WORK OUT FOR THE BEST
He's a quiet man now,
But his life wasn't always this way.
As he plodded along the years.
He had children to rear, a job to keep.
The hours on the rails were long,
Sometime in his youth the battle caught him
And carried him through it all,
The job, the wife, the kids, his life.
But through it all,
He always said things work out for the best.
He's a quiet man now.
The kids are gone and so is the job.
There are doctors to see and pills to take.
Time is spent working with wood,
And the birds replaced the bottle.
He watches them from his porch chair.
He knows who rules the feeder,
The woodpecker, the finch, the bluebird, the jay.
She watches him watching
And she knows, things worked out for the best.