"The Day"

The day is slipping away with lost love and forgotten promises. Put to hard labor: arms, backs, hearts and souls; the children feel the heavy blow. Dreams ground up and served on a platter ..."Here!" "Finish your plate and don't forget the starving children!" Families struggle under the weight of the curse. Attitudes left unchecked, unlike the oil in the cars. If God helped us, would we listen? If you listened to yourself, would you listen? Do we politely listen then go our own way? Somewhere we've lost our freedom. Somewhere we've lost our soul. Some are on the streets out of their wits; who are they talking to? The day is slipping away...