Good to My Girls

We all have ways to make it seem

We are not hard or bad

And I chop down trees

And spit in faces

And laugh when you are sad

Your happiness means almost less than all that's in the world and

My existence is okay, I guess, because I'm good to my girls

I take them to the movies

I put food in their bellies

I sew the holes in their lives shut

And temporarily hoping

What else can I say?

I didn't ask to own their days and worth and

I'm good to them and thereby earn my share of life and earth and

They, they may cry but not to me

They know I would not hear them

There's other folks and family

Who hate me and I don't fear them

Fear them

I fear the fact that after life, complete emptiness whirls

And we only have our share of life, so I am good to my girls

I am good to my girls