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Unfair
Talents to this one, beauty to that;
Suffering for this one, struggle for that;
Love for this one, but none for that.
Broken minds here, whole ones there;
For these there’ll be plenty, for those, despair.
Born into comfort, and a God to care,
Lulled to believing it’s just and fair.
We’re not so precious, deserving or rare
Happenstance of birth makes life unfair.
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Comment by: jgilgun - 2008-04-28 04:44
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| Yes unfair. Hard for so many--nasty, brutish, and short. For the rest of us, we work at finding meaning and sometimes it's just there. |
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| So true--and I thank God every day that I was born in a land of freedom paid for by the blood of those willing to lay down their lives. I can't even imagine what life would be like in some parts of the world or how anyone survives in war torn places. 9/11 was frightening, but living with that every day must be unbearable. Thanks for sharing. Janet |
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| Thanks, Janyce, too many people believe they’re better than the rest of us, especially better than those in other countries. I tried to point out that they’re just darn lucky and a bit of humility wouldn’t go amiss. Thanks agaain. |
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| This is my favorite poem from you. Hits home. I don't see any place I'd make changes. I've been on both sides of the coin. I'm now trying to get the coin to flip over. |
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