I Could Sit Around and Bemoan
I could sit around and bemoan our country’s woes
Pessimistically wrestle with the problems we face,
Convince myself that all is lost, in our death throes
See only a lousy future for the whole human race,
I could spend time thinking about what seems wrong
Perhaps, forgetting wars and disasters of the past
Spend my time berating the present with a sad song.
Stewing about just how long we as a nation will last.
But, I still see promise in that “shining city on a hill,”
I see the glass as half full, and sunrise in the morning
We’ve survived wars and depressions, going strong still
The times, yes, they are changing, new ways aborning.
For every Donald Trump, I believe there is a Liz Cheney
Who is standing up for truth and the American way,
Good things in our country, convinced there are plenty
I will stand up for our America … forever and a day!
Written July 26, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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