DECREASING CIRCLES

Life is full of Ups and Downs.

Decreasing circles, endless rounds.

Black is white, they say

White is Black.

I grope my way along the track.

Angry voices, often heard,

But when I need some help, no word.

I see all the sins under the sun,

They shoot their neighbour with a gun,

War and violence, racial hate,

Now someone's banging on my gate;

setting fire to my car; mugged,

I'm now afraid to go too far.

Clever men who twist their speech,

Who will Goodness, children teach?

Men of integrity or stupid clowns,

Life so full of Ups and Downs.

Up the mountain, Down into the vale.

Who will listen to this sorry tale?

Sometimes, there is no one I can trust

And I am ground into the dust.

Despite it all, this life, so, so....

But for certain this I KNOW

God loves ME, I'm truly his

And HE will never let me go!

March 2018