To Fight On

   A year of fight but here I stay, we made it to another Christmas, they said I wouldn't but how wrong they were. Me, give up, never ! yes there are times I want to and days I feel the world owes me, but the only one to blame is I, the old sod in love with his glass.
   Scared of stopping and losing all I trudge on, tiny steps not strides of old, but steps forward along those lanes, watching, learning, hoping that day will come, the day it all joins and lady luck welcomes me into her world for that second, that's all I need, just one second of luck and it may all change.
   I'm tired at times, dark mornings when cold barn is my only friend, but every day she does breath life back into this aching body,she knows there lay a mind of a million ideas just waiting for a reason to work in the flame, wishing they were still wanted and one day they will be so.
   People talk of giving up this life I love, this addiction of fire and glass, watching magical tricks produce beads that live for a thousand years. And in my heart I worry that day will arrive, my fight is running out and cannot last forever, but I'll keep on and if still I'm of no interest I will fall upon my flame, not to pester. Barn door will stay shut and winter cold will pass through while glass stands and flame dreams hide in dark corners.