Right and Wrong
It’s my conscience I must go to sleep with every night
And I wonder of the day: Was it wrong, or was it right?
As I lie there in my bed, and through my reverie
‘Tis there I “see” my day - and start my inquiry
Did I cheat my fellowman, out of avarice or greed?
Did I sell something to someone they didn’t really need?
Did I tell a lie, just to advance me personally?
Or tell someone a “half-truth”, which is just as bad, you see.
Did I vote for someone, because they were my friend,
Knowing their abilities might not work out in the end?
Of someone’s else’s wrongs I think, lying there in bed
Did today I right those wrongs – or simply ‘turn my head’?
Just knowing right from wrong, is surely not enough
We have to do what’s right, and sometimes that is tough
When you and I ask ourselves questions such as these
Answers that we give either bother … or they please
For there is no vague line between wrong and what is right
You and I know the truth – so sleep peacefully every night.
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