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Here, I do sit
A powerless twit,
That is afraid to say
About this day
And about tomorrow's dawn,
Or life beyond.
The fear I have,
Comes every day
And just won't go away.
I hate the weakness
Inside of me
And pray that God
Will also see,
A man who is trying,
Even though he's crying
Inside, so no one can see,
His intense fight with agony.

When I was twenty-two,
I thought I would live forever.
At the age of thirty-two,
Life was ever so grand.
When I was forty-two
A convertible was my ride.
At the age of fifty-two,
Life was good again.
When I turned sixty-two,
Retirement intrigued me so.
At the age of seventy-two,
The love was life and care.
When I was eighty-two,
Aches and pains were there.
As I await ninety-two,
I worry not, about life's vision,
For that will be God's decision.

I tire of always being tired.
I know that I'm not wired.
My hands and fingers, work no more.
My body aches; my legs are sore.
Believing that my mind is sound,
I have gone short to ground.
What's this mean, you may say,
That life may soon go away.

It is always a surprise to me,
Seeing those who follow demagoguery.
They deny every fact or chance,
To embellish a so, so performance.

Go vote red
Or vote blue.
That's your choice
Of what to do.
Don't talk of hate
Or become irate,
Do what's best for you.

Vote, Vote, Vote.

The words have now left my head,
And now I'm going back to bed.
I sincerely hope, that what I said,
Will bring laughter with smiles instead.
The coming days and nights of fear,
As the voting day is drawing near.

Vote your conscience,
Red or Blue.
It's up to you.

It is always the darkest before the dawn
And the sleepless hours, go on and on.

In the business world, you should know,
It takes teamwork, if we're to grow.
But that is not, what you say,
It's all about you, every day.
The pride you take, when you ridicule
Should take you back to Charm School.

Just another voice in the wind
Who is going to scream and shout,
About this great lack of compassion
For others, in our life or out.
Stoked by ignorance
Fed by fear.
Is the end
Coming near?

Put down your phone and the remote,
It will soon be time to vote.
So pick up your pen or a pencil will do,
And vote your preference, which may be blue,
Or red, if that is what you choose,
But please vote for the one's not to lose.
Vote, Vote, Vote, Vote

This world, is one of greed and passion.
Requests that we all stay in fashion.
Who tell us what to wear today,
Should leave us alone, and go away.

Everyone, please take note,
It will soon be time to vote.
There is still time to register,
But not on line.
So look up the locations
And complete your registration.
Please don't treat this with distain,
If you do, then don't complain.