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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required For What And Why? By Curtis Johnson So many people, searching for the elusive. So many worries, and loss of sleep. So many doubts about the future world. So many fears about things we don’t control. Our days are numbered, there is no doubt. Why not pause and figure things out? Or stop to see what it’s all about? We take meds that will never heal. We shut our ears to words of steel; Words that have stood the test of time. Ways tried and true are in deep decline. From a world of eye to eye contact, Via social media, we evacuate. Why not ‘face to face’, to communicate? Why not “toe to toe”, simply to evaluate? We give little time to think and meditate. For every ache and pain, we medicate. So little quality, and so much waste. So little love, and so little time to wait. So little hunger for being the very best. We rather cheat than pass an honest test. So much thirst for things material. So much consumption of so much stuff. Such things will someday consume all of us. So little time to fix what’s wrong. We are too timid to stand alone; Too tired and weak to be strong. We fill our hands with papers of sand, Whose value will never meet demand. We hate to be told, that we are not bold; …………………… that our hearts are stone and freezing cold. Our days are hard, and our nights are long. We race and rush to places we don’t belong. We long for a love that we have never known. We reach our end, seeking warmth like newborns. And God? He’s always there, waiting on His throne. Cj08272015
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