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I sit, I wait, I pontificate,
About those things, that will never be.
For all the ills and pain, in this world,
That has it's, manifest of hate
Of religion and race, different than ours,
With the wants of others, not our concern
And only our selfish interest, is there,
Not the love for others. Caring not,
What your personal beliefs are.
That's up to you, to pass the test
Of how you've led your life, best.
While we must, all develop our own
Understanding of our lives, special meaning
And care for one another and achieving,
The respect for the life of each other,
Brothers and sisters of a different mother.

What color is sadness?
Is it grey or brown?
Does sadness lead to depression
Or is it the other way around?
Can your heart, break and shatter
Or do these words matter?

I weep for thee
But there are no tears.
I pray for thee,
To quell my fears.
I live for thee,
My soul is bare.
I'd die for thee;
Your not aware.
I hope for you
Because I care.

♦

No matter, what you're party,
No matter, if you live remote.
Please care, about this Nation
And use your right to vote.
If you don't like what's happening
Or even if you do.
The future of this land,
Depends upon votes from you.

Every one please vote.

Where are your thoughts, my little one?
What words are you, trying to say?
You told me that, "this isn't fun",
As I listen to you, every day.
I see the struggle, in your eyes
And all your frustration, in those sighs.
You are working so hard, to remember,
Things that happened, in last years September.
You began saying and I won't dismiss,
"You can't continue to live like this."
It's not about, what we go through,
It's what can I do for you?
I wish I knew, my darling bride,
Of what to do and stem the tide,
As days go by, again and again,
With you my love, I will remain.

If your soul, is going to heaven,
Don't live life, like your a Seven-Eleven.

The World can be a cruel place,
When there's so much hate of a Race.

For some puzzling reason, our great nation,
Has become one of hate and aberration
Of what we, would like to be,
Full of life's love and of charity.
What must we do, that's not remote,
Is get to the polls and vote.

Don't become a statistic
When you drive.
Remember your goal
Is to stay alive.

It matters what your vote, may be.
It matters that you, don't sit idly.
Voting is your right, to focus attention,
On all that happens, that needs intervention.
Vote, Vote, Vote

On this day, the eleventh of September,
I pray that our citizens, will remember,
The strength of all, the people involved,
Who stood up to fear, walking tall.
There were much, too many victims dying,
While volunteers and first responders, were trying
To save their lives, even their own,
Before they could, the towers came down.
This loss of life, on eleven September,
We must pledge to always remember.

Note. I wrote this on 9/11/2018 but lost it in my files.