Never Too Late To Grow a Conscience

Life so often gets quite tough Relations hard to find I have been blessed with quite enough Emotions on my mind A persevering strength as such Spiritual growth defined From rising up above so much To conquer the unkind Till one day I’ll pitch up for work And find in disbelief Gates locked tight, no pull or jerk Shall budge or bring relief Bankrupt in the blink of my eye Tortured and in grief Looking back on years gone by Pain is all but brief In losing all that I once owned Proudly humbled astray Right then I’d start to think of Job The prices he would pay In misery then I would fall Unto my knees and pray For anyone I could recall Who hungered day by day “For the survivors of Hurricane Katrina… …and those about to face Rita”