Of Kindred Must

While many come to truck-tractor-pulls for noise and fumes,

my sister-in-law and I agreed we mostly come with our hubbies to watch people, 

and as we did it struck me how I hardly saw anyone alone, all with whoever they came with or met there!

Let’s not pretend we’re brave

‘cause oh, we know we’re not

Ability and what we have

Is but by grace of God

The facade that we wore

When we were younger then

Has thinned into the truth of yore

We all are ‘one of them’

Darling, pretense is vain

And the first-fruit of pride

Why won’t we just be honest then...

We have nothing to hide

For we all make mistakes

We all have much to learn

And none of us has what it takes

To walk this way alone

Let’s not pretend we’re brave

How sad to be a fraud

Because ‘we’ are all that we have

This, by the grace of God

Then, let's be the best 'we'

This is our greatest Must

A helping, loving family

Of common, kindred dust

© Janet Martin