Two wrongs may not make a right
But three wrongs means you’re on a roll.
Let my apprehension flow out with the tide.
Why not put one more to the final toll?
I wonder if when looking back
We'll discover where we went off track?
If I’ll understand why you turned your back?
With such conviction you walked away.
You are quiet until you are loud.
You are deaf until you hear.
You are blind until you see.
You are mute until you speak.
I hear solemnly on the morning news
Of another too soon tragedy over sea.
I turn the pages of the newspaper
And find a self portrait staring back at me.
It’s a funny thing to listen to; their deep life concerns.
One group they speak of money, the other, earth worms.
Made of all the same material, and breathe the same air.
But for one the effects of life show far less ware.