Nothing At All

Nothing At All This is one of my Will Rogers tendency poems. How many things must you take for granted? To have found a person who perfectly planted Themselves way up into society so very high Are all very easy to see as you pass them by. Can find them anywhere in full, plain view There trying to make fools out of me and you And deep down in budget continue digging in How did they find funds and where and when? Am so sure what I really have to surmise In futility may find it to be a fruitless exercise Forever forgetting where all the chips will fall Final result was ending up with nothing at all. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran Philosophical poem with a little humor thrown in. Oh, and also, the blessing was in disguise.