I can’t expect

Each day perfect,

The world spins

Ignoring our sins.


Stealing and lying,

Innocent people dying;

We celebrate gory

Where’s the glory?


Hunger and thirst,

Blessed and cursed;

People doing without

Living in doubt.


Yet we survive

When we strive.

One after another

Loving each other.








About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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