What Really Matters

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What Really MattersNear some little burg in AlabamI looked at the wallet in my handjust ordered coffee and toast with jamin some roadside dinerthis guy came in to fill his thermos uprainbow suspenders stetched over his gutstarted braggin' 'bout how his new truckwas a white FreightlinerI pictured my old Mack haulin' my horses in backhow the closest thing to homewere fam'ly photos in my cellphoneI thought how a man's best dreams and planswill sometimes scatterhow the smallest doubts make him wonder aboutwhat really matterswhile that guy kept talkin' up the fast trackI thought how my son sure loved shop classhow he looked with a gold moustachemade of lemon Nehiwell, ev'ry few seconds I'd nod my headso that blowhard thought I heard what he saidI looked at my wallet...thought of my regretsand slipped it in my Levi'shad my last refill then got my billthat guy said I looked kinda strappedso he got the tabI thought of my debts and the golden stepsup some company ladderhow the smallest doubts make men wonder aboutwhat really mattershadda turn around two counties down the linecos somehow I'd left my wallet behindit'd fallen from my jeansthe waitress found it by my seatand tossed it in the lost n found boxshe said someone took my cash n cardsI said I only came back that farcos my boy made it in leather shopand that's what really mattersthat's what really matters...(c)2006 Robert George