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”
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