the crawling
trash-eating growlers
empty the jettison
of 7 days
strong limbs and gloved hands
heave and haul
tip-over the unwanted tangle
of unmindful chaos
the machine chews loudly
time to go
drag the empty black bins
back into their secluded caves
time to make eggs and bacon
to drop once more
rinds and shells
into plastic landfills
All contentious people have their own beliefs,
this anger and discord is very seldom brief.
God in all his glory, loves our gratefulness.
It's growlers, whiners and faultfinders,
that make this world a mess.
Quit wasting time and pay attention to the man upstairs.
For spending time with the Lord, nothing else compares.
Don't be a Grumbler, life's to short to waste it in distress.
Live, love and laugh. Let God in all his glory, take care of all the rest.
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