Where does the night go in the early morn?
A question I’ve asked since the day I was born.
Where is the water now, gone down the drain
Why are so many folk living a life of pain?
Why are the rich getting richer each day?
Why so many who simply can’t pay?
Life is not equal and often not fair
Accept who you are, worry less of despair.
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Peace,
Thurman