All of Us Quit

All of Us Quit We do things without them thinking about And many times with myself have a bout Trying to decide what many people mean In chaotic times which were once serene. Heads bounced off walls and may clash When what they should do was re-hash Those many things being offended by Up to time we all eventually do die. Times are uncertain and complicated No one's help and efforts are appreciated And sometimes it seems that I must admit Lets throw in towel so all of us can quit. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet RiverSea Plantation Bolivia, NC