It seems we have traveled a very long way
Just to end up where we started from
Still taking most from all
And giving it all to some
The incompetent march and all cry foul
They say that soon their time will come
But let me tell you a tale of a long time ago
When the people partied, sang and danced
They all drove their cars to the cities
Just looking for some romance
But all the women they found there
Wouldn’t give them half a chance
The farmers all hated the factories
For putting their women on the job
The white men hated the blacks
They said they were nothing but a mob
The Catholics hated everyone else
While the rule makers just polished their knob
The new women said they knew what was best
That their mothers had it all wrong
The politicians praised how all the people
Worked together to make America strong
It was the poor that wrote the words
But it was the rich who sang the songs
So I ask if any one of us
Will ever know just what to do
In a country where the left says they’re right
But the right says that they are too
And up in the big house around the corner
Lies are touted as the gospel truth
When the future seems to hold no hope and it feels like the world is conspiring against you, remember the old cliché that when one door closes another one will open. So when hardship hits, don’t waste your energy on things that you can’t control. Be patient and concentrate on what you can change. Without change there can be no growth.
Jerry Brotherton 