Don’t know just how it started
Nor when it first began
I found myself just piddlin
It surely wasn’t planned.
Sometimes I sit and ponder
Or write a silly rhyme
But mostly wind up piddling
Just passing off the time.
Some say that I’m lazy
For truth that isn’t so
Different is a better word
For them that really know.
I could have been a lawman
And wield a heavy hand
Or maybe a musician
And leader of a band
But as I stumble on through life
A different project every day
I’m most happy when I piddle
What more is there to say.
All folks can’t be piddlers
It takes a special kind
You need a bit of trifling in you
You always stay behind.
Consider this as you decide
How you want you life to go.
You don’t get rich a-piddlin
Ask me, I surely know.
I hope and pray the Lord will say
When my earthly trip is done
Heaven needs another piddler
And today you are that one.
CF.
