Short Cuts
People come and people go,
And, after all is said and done,
What do we really have to show?
Material things can all be replaced,
Fellow-man is our most valuable commodity,
Why are we all sitting back and letting one
another go to waste?
We all have our own problems and someone
else for which to blame,
But, in the end it will be God,
To whom, bad deeds will be explained!
For, no man can judge another,
Equal's we are to Him,
Though, the way we all take short cuts...
...our chance to Heaven is pretty slim!!!
Copyright © Beth Sullivan | Year Posted 2005
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