While �Hanging with Mr. Cooper�, this creative bit emanated�
You call my name.
A four letter word, yet day in, day out,
I sit here quietly, doing what I must in order to live on
As the waters ebb and flow around me
I am alone to gather my own nutrients,
Sustenance comes at a price
I negotiate every day
I am the world's foremost economist
Who dare I say?
I took nothing and made it into something
Now Greenspan can you do that?!
You call my name
A four letter word
The pain and turmoil
The agony and defeat
The loneliness and aching
They are my companions
I take each hurt
Turn it inwards
Scars become stars
You call my name
A four letter word
You sit in wonder and marvel
I make this look easy
So easy it makes my salty tears
burn my own cheeks
My tear stained face
Is all I have
Its my billboard
My score card
I wear it proudly
I show it when challenged
Again it is time for me to negotiate my own sustenance
I reach for that single grain of sand
I turn it inwards
Oh the pain, the agony, the sheer discomfort
I live with it,
I don't complain
I don't mumble
I rise and greet each day with a smile and a song
You call my name
A four letter word
As you snatch my pearl
You ask my name
That four letter word
My name is
c-l-a-m.