It's What We Make It
by Miller Caldwell


It’s sad not bad
Sometimes
It's bad and sad
Too often
It’s fine and good
Just as it should
At Times
It’s good but slow
I know you know
Quite Often.
It’s right and fair
But oh so rare
Out there
It’s there then gone
But still goes on
It’s mine it's yours
It’s ours, of course,
It's what we make it.