Sunday’s Poetry Post



Time is spent waiting,

Hoping for something more.

Life is wasted hating,

Fighting a losing war.


We squander our days

On needless anxious toil;

Forget how to praise,

Starve body and soul.


Weep for the living

And not the dead;

Time’s better spent giving,

Freely sharing daily bread.



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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