RANDOM THOUGHTS AT SUNSET
The rooster heads to the chicken house,
The sun is going down and it's quite as a mouse;
The night creatures stir and cautiously head out again,
As they leave the safety of their hidden dens.
The old farmer walks slowly back from the barn,
My right foot is hurting, guess I got another corn;
It raining some now, that will help the crops,
I hope it keeps falling for we need every drop.
A prisoner stares through the bars on his cell,
It's the same old scene from his private hell;
Another day is gone just like all the rest,
It gets harder and harder but I'll do my best.
A Housewife stands at her kitchen sink,
The dishes are done and I am through, I think;
Husband been fed and he's watching a game,
The children are in bed it's always the same.
A shift worker is making his first round,
The old pump still noisy, making a grinding sound;
The company says we just have to strive,
We cannot fix that pump and still survive.
The banker has suffered through another day,
For the life he's led he will have to pay;
He has finally learned that money is not the goal,
For to gain the whole world and lose his own soul.
© Copyright S. M. Johnson 2003 - 2009