~BOOKKEEPER BLUES~ Should I sit here in this same old rut Believing at times that I'm a "nut"? Confined to an office from eight to five: The world knows not that I'm alive. Why am I wasting my time on this job When the world is waiting for me? My light is hidden within these four walls Instead of glowing for the world to see. I could have been an artist renown With paintings of mountains and seas, Or, a writer of great literature Telling the world how things should be. But, no, I work with numbers all day; My creativity stifled by ones and twos. It's little wonder that I am depressed; I've earned the right to sing the blues. By Georgia (Cupp) Taylor --aka Tn-Mammaw (Copyright © 1999)