Where will the journey end? Where will the foot prints end, leaving no marks in the sand? And the shoes laces come off by the carefree hands of my rested soul? Where will I then spread the carpet of leasure, to sit and listen to passersby? where will you stop O' traveller of time? Pause to see your soul's surface full of green leaves of the grass in the field where they buried you.
I am really trying to keep my usual positive and hopeful attitude towards our humanity and mankind in general, but recent events have brought the old anger back in me which is really frustration and anxiety about Politicians and the money mongers of the world about which I can take no real action of any significance. I see hunger and destitude in the masses of this U.S. of A, the richest country on earth, I see the very weak and the elderly, the homeless and the hard working class suffer while the political will of some nuts is runnning amock! God help me to accept what I can change and that over which I have no control, and please God give me the wisdom to know the difference. It is nothing new, just different land, different time in the history of the ignorant man and the greed of the fools!
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