Same Old Song

September 14, 2019 ~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

He comes in, face looks grim
Looks for something wrong,
Only he can have a bad day,
It’s still the same old song.

Seeking confirmation,
He never stays too long;
A hurricane on steroids,
It’s still the same old song.

It really doesn’t matter,
What I’ve done before,
There is no thought to loyalty
That shits out the door.

He’s a man of many issues,
And he shows them everyday.
I used to feel some empathy,
But that shits gone away.

He doesn’t give a flying fuck,
About how his team feels;
Yet he seeks appreciation,
He doesn’t see the deal.

I won’t be his whipping boy,
He has me by the balls;
But he’s lost all my respect,
And another job will call.

If he thinks that I won’t leave,
Then he’s gotten me all wrong;
When I go, his mind will blow,
It’s still the same old song.

He’ll bitch and moan and call me names,
And say I’ve done him wrong;
He’s brought this shit upon himself,
It’s still the same old song.

Leaders Teach

September 12, 2019 ~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

A leader’s basic role’s to be,
The one who teaches constantly ;
Show them how to see a threat,
Visualize answers, make the best bet.

Successful leaders can explain,
The top three things that lead to gain;
Show up early, prep and plan,
Lead by example when you can.

Stay true to you and to your style,
Be here now, go the extra mile;
Put others first, it’s not about you,
Believe in your team and the things they do.

The winds of change you must control,
To lead them to a lofty goal;
In the end, we all will see,
That leaders teach things constantly.

This Is Why

September 8, 2019 ~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

I could have retired,
A year or two ago;
I could have rode the corporate bus,
And watch the dollars grow.

I could have gone on painfully,
Trying to impress;
I could have played the corporate game,
But didn’t nonetheless.

I was away everyday,
I missed my family;
I know it’s hard to understand,
My sensitivity.

I missed my boys, I missed the joys,
Of my community;
I wanted just to be a part,
Of this family.

So I chose survival,
It’s hard to understand;
I chose to be a leader but,
It didn’t go as planned.

We worked things out together,
You helped me beat the drum;
We grew our independence,
Yet together we were one.

For our kids it was a chance,
For all of us to grow;
They saw things happen, good and bad,
It was great for them to know.

I saw an opportunity,
Our boys could watch and see;
They’d learn to take the world head-on,
And choose what they could be.

Crossroads became the center,
To many folks in town;
We became a stopping point,
For folks when they were down.

With a guitar, they were a star,
Out on our showroom floor;
It helped them with reality,
To leave life at the door.

It’s not made up, it’s not a lie,
They’d say it to my face;
“I really love my time in here. It’s such a happy place.”

I could have retired but,
I didn’t know your plan;
I thought the trip was side by side,
I didn’t understand.

But not at the beginning,
Our work went hand in hand;
We built our place from four bare walls,
I thought you liked our plan.

Challenges and drawbacks,
They happened on a dime;
I never felt as close to you,
Like that intensive time.

In my heart, that’s what I felt,
That you and I could do;
I thought together you and I,
Could make this dream come true.

But my dream was not your dream,
Somehow I didn’t see;
That this dream would drive a wedge,
Between both you and me.

Wall Street crashed, we had no cash,
We hoped that it would change;
Instead it only made things worse,
Our life was rearranged.

I take responsibility,
For doing what was done;
I’ve never been the type of guy,
To simply cut and run.

Everything I’ve ever done,
Was done with you in mind;
Some was right and some was tied,
In knots I can’t unwind.

Through thick and thin my love for you,
Has never, ever waned;
Even at the worst of times,
It’s knowledge that I’ve gained.

I’ve learned respect, to tolerate,
The things I don’t agree;
You will laugh but it has helped with my anxiety.

I can only say I’m sorry,
For things that I have done;
I never meant to squash your dreams,
I thought our goals were one

I don’t mean to say it’s not that way,
We still walk hand in hand;
In everything we do in life,
I’ll always be your man.

What You Learn

September 3, 2019 ~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

Great performers,
Once bench warmers,
Know the life is tough.

To strive for great,
That is innate,
Will make the going rough.

Top the ladder,
Doesn’t matter,
All that’s left is down

It’s what you learn
Amidst the churn,
That helps you on the ground.

(Inspired by dinner with Ferguson Jenkins, Hall of Fame pitcher)

Jim and Flo

September 1, 2019 ~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

Jim was a man who knew too much,
Who talked too much, who squawked too much;
Jim was a man who knew too much,
But now he’s dead and gone.

He was a man who lived with kings,
Who stayed with kings, who played with kings;
He was a man who lived with kings,
But now he’s dead and gone.

There was a man who ran the show,
And owned the show, was in the know;
There was a man who ran the show,
Who put the hit on Jim.

The big, bad man was known as Pete,
He fought the street, he bought the street;
This bad man whose name was Pete,
He whacked his good friend Jim.

The bad ass man who ran the show,
Was in the know bout Jim and Flo;
Jim and Flo were in the know,
That Flo was Big Pete’s wife.

Jim was a man who knew too much,
He did the crime but did no time;
Jim was a man who knew too much,
But didn’t see the knife.