Get Out of the Mud
Can't we all just get along? Those should
be words of a song--one that can be sung
day and night, when the moon is low
and the sun is bright.
Can we look at each other as friends and
try to bring war and hate to an end?
Can't we see beyond today? And believe that
tomorrow there will be a better way?
Can we reason among ourselves?
Can't we look towards each other for
our help? The days are long and nights
are short, and still it doesn't take too
long to talk.
Each of us has one life to live,
one love to have, one love to give.
The time comes when it's too late,
because each one of us has an
expiration date.
Like a container of milk sitting on the
shelf, life is too short to be full of yourself.
Help your neighbors and your friends; when
life is gone, your love will not end.
Tomorrow was made for today. Each day
should lead to a more perfect way. Somehow,
the human race has become like a stick in
the mud. Let's lift ourselves up and get out
of the crud.
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E Poet | Year Posted 2018
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