Mostly we fall from grace, sometimes love won't even put a smile on our face. If love don't, nothing won't.
I'd say a touchy bunch
at times out to lunch
Then return with no hunch
that is until a final crunch
Which by then it's too late
the devil got control of fate
Nice knowing you mate
this is your final date
We pass away the hours
some drinking whisky sours
very few hand out flowers
yet they try to pass away
phony powers
The head rules
using phucked up tools
Some might as well
join the ghouls
cause mostly they act
like fools
God suppose to have gave
us love
yet all we do mostly is
push and shove
Our world is in a phucked
up state
because very few love
and relate
I believe that most of us, the vast majority of us go about our days trying to hold onto what we have rightfully gained and do not harbor anger or hatred towards those that pass by our lives, be they known or unknown. As always, Mr. OPG, very well written and very well felt.
Mark
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Excellent expression and sad the way we treat each other. Reading La Belle's comment, I never knew you had a name, Grady.
Mary
Mark
God bless,
Lew