The Last Page

Early every morning, he started reading the newspaper at four All by himself, no one else up at that hour Nice, peaceful and quiet, a good time to think Did not have any good news in it, advertisements galore All about the fancy people and the ones in power By God, he needed more hot coffee to drink Everything he read just made him mad, even the evening news Public corruption on a rampage, a robbery here, a murder there Over crowded jails, and the mayor wants your vote Thinking at this rate, no wonder everyone is singing the blues It will be alright, but it will sure going to take a lot of prayer And praying for those that just missed the boat Later he turned on the television set to see what he could find Nothing new there, game shows and old what is her name Reality show that were just fantasy, soap operas that were gossip All it was doing was destroying the human mind Knowing full well who was to blame Feeling beat down like a stray dog, with the Devil's whip Then he read "The Bible", needed to hear "The Good News" He lost all track of time, sat there reading until after midnight Filled with a Heavenly calmness, was rid of all that rage Knowing he everything to gain or everything to lose Reading about the victory and in the end everything would be alright He just smiled, as he read "The Last Page"