Teacup Storms

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Vintage54

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« on: May 14, 2018, 08:35:51 PM »

   Hello everyone. This came about from a bad day at work, having to bend my back one more time to clean up someone's mess. I was feeling sorry for myself, but then i thought, i know some people who would love to be in my shoes. So i gave myself a good talking to and snapped out of it. So the first verse is me, the others, anyone who doesn't know how lucky they are compared to others. I'd be interested to know, if you feel the refrain or chorus at the end of each verse is a good idea. I don't like too much repetition in song, but it just felt natural that way.

                                              Teacup Storms

                                You say you're tired and weary
                                You've been on your feet all day
                                And it feels like you've been dragging round a chain
                                But there's people bound to wheelchairs
                                Who will be there all their lives
                                Who would love the chance to feel that kind of pain
                                So come on, let's not make a fuss
                                Let's not be a drama queen today
                                You're looking at a molehill not a mountain
                                And it's only teacup storms that blow your way

                                So you're sick of the sight
                                Of the same old surroundings
                                And you wish that you could gaze on something new
                                But there's an old man with a white cane
                                Tap dancing down the sidewalk
                                Who would clearly like to share your point of view
                                So come on, let's not make a fuss
                                Let's not be a drama queen today
                                You're looking at a molehill not a mountain
                                And it's only teacup storms that blow your way

                                You complain about your wages
                                How you barely make enough
                                To keep the howling wolves outside at bay
                                But there's people with no inside
                                Out there on the street
                                Living with those wild wolves every day
                                So come on, let's not make a fuss
                                Let's not be a drama queen today
                                You're looking at a molehill not a mountain
                                And it's only teacup storms that blow your way

                                You say that God's deserted you
                                In your hour of need
                                And the carpet's worn where your prayer's were knelt
                                But there's kids down at the Hospital
                                Who will die before their time
                                Who would love to play the cards that you've been dealt
                                So come on, let's not make a fuss
                                Let's not be a drama queen today
                                You're looking at a molehill not a mountain
                                And it's only teacup storms that blow your way

                                Blessings are like coins, and there's plenty in your purse
                                You know that life could be a whole lot worse.

                                              Vintage54

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« Reply #1 on: June 04, 2018, 05:33:22 PM »
I grew up with a saying from Mom:   "Tempest in a Teacup.  I presume you did too.  Lovely use of an antiquated saying.  Triggers "not quite memories" and makes the listener search his/her mind for a source for the "not quite memories." 

As always, your writing is complete, tight, and flows wonderfully. 
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