Stare To Compare
I am here you are there we both stare,
I about things in hand none you care,
For what is taken what is given?
We think somehow our will is driven,
Everything that we both got,
Is either stolen or given maybe bought,
and people spend so much time,
seeking that which they have in mind,
Why should someone else have more,
riches or love maybe fame and more,
while some do grieve in lonely pain,
while empty dreams drive them insane,
what is this favoritism that's so easy to see,
Does God love you more then me?
maybe Darwin has it right and life is just a dying fight?.......
Copyright © Bryan Dueck | Year Posted 2016
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