A Little Bit of Everything


It is a life filled up of everything…And, everything in between!

“OH, it’s a little bit of everything…It’s the mountains…It’s the fog…It’s the news at 6 o’clock…It’s the death of my first dog.

It’s the angels up above me…It’s the song that they don’t sing…It’s a little bit of everything.”

     There’s an older man who stands in a buffet line.  He is smiling and he’s holding out his plate.  And, the further he looks back into his timeline.  That hard road always led him to…today.  
     Making up for when his bright future had left him.  Making up for the fact…his only son is gone.  And, letting everything out…

His server asks him,

“Have you figured out yet…What it is you want?”

“I want a little bit of everything.  The biscuits and the beans.  Whatever helps me to forget about the things that brought me to my knees.  So, pile on those mashed potatoes.  And, an extra chicken wing.  I’m having a little bit of everything!”

     Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations.  To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall.  Her man says,

“Baby, can I make an observation?”

She said,

“You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt size.  And, rest assured that this is making me feel good.  I think love is so much easier than you realize.  If you can give yourself to someone…then you should.”

‘Cause it’s a little bit of everything.  The way you joke.  The way you ache.  It is the getting up before you.  So I can watch you wake.  So, on that day in late September, it’s not some stupid little ring…I’m getting a little bit of everything…’

     Oh, it’s a little bit of everything.  It’s the matador and the bull.  It’s the suggested daily dosage.  It’s the red moon…When it’s full.  All these psychics and these doctors.  They’re alright.  And, they’re all wrong.  It’s like trying to make out every word.  When they should simply…hum along.  It’s not some message written in the dark.  Or, some truth that no one’s seen…

It’s a little bit of everything!

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##Brad and Brett Warren, Kevin Rudolph


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