Doctor Grandma

This is the Time

This is the time

When all is well

When work is done

And time stands still

The night takes over

And thoughts take flight

Into worlds unknown

The dreams of midnight.

cfblack 11-17-2014

The Future

I wonder what

the future holds,

What will the news be tomorrow?

Will we hear the fateful decision

that spawns a riot across America?

It all seems so pointless, sometimes.

It all seems so very unreal.

Corruption riddles the system throughout,

There will be no redemption here.

All we can do is call upon God

and raise up our arms to each other,

Shield ourselves against the cold,

Walk through this night together.

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