Bag of Troubles

There are many a day
when I am perpetually reminded
of all of the positivity, in my life.

Other days.....not so good.
Some days I awaken with the sort of pain
that would stifle the bark out of a dog's throat.

I lost a friend, the other day
and it threw me for a "loop".
That, on the same day as one of my "music gigs".

However, when one rakes the lawn
of the yard of one's yesterdays,
the two bags filled, would probably be equalled.

A big bag of good moments for the wheelbarrow,
and an equal bag of troubles, for my back.
Exactly "Why" would anyone feel so "special", that they'd feel otherwise?

What I've found though, is that...good or bad,
these are the catalysts that have made me, "me";
as if I were being fashioned by some never ending sculptor.

Possibly one with an extremely sick sense of humor,
who may thrive on exquisite irony,
and might be jaded with sarcastic overtones;

but, it's all good.
For I have been "whittled" away at until I'm, "me".....
and you, of course.....are "you".