The day’s events play out like a melodrama
He said this, she said that, tempers flare
Altogether too much time worrying
Over politics that no one trusts
Even the weather is treacherous
In these troubling times
We cannot believe the news on TV
We cannot imagine a time when we might
Our very life’s blood waxes and wanes
Like so many cycles of the moon
The ebb and flow of the waters
Amount to many lost homes and havens
What can we count on in our lives
That gives us an ounce of security
And yet we have our doubts on many things
And we aren’t sure we see with clear eyes
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