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So often the sounds of things aren’t the same, when we translate them to paper, from our brain.

How good we are doesn’t matter if no one cares.

Love the work you do, or be a slave to the work you hate.

Is it a good thing, to close your eyes and experience death?

We fool ourselves that we do well, when we choose, our time to sell.

Does acceptance of our mortality make us better mortals? I think… yes.

Who has washed our world of joy? A question close to what this poem is about. http://bit.ly/CGApTgp

How did the world slump into such straits? This is not the way things must be. People are not pawns to be discarded.

Wife, “I’d like to see you try…” Me… smile, chuckle. Wife, “That wasn’t a promise, that was a threat.”

Since I seem to have nothing positive to say today, I’ll just go away. For my unknown friends ~ http://bit.ly/CGApFrn