I Don’t Care Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Did you ever visit I Don’t Care?
And seen his sallow frown?
Did you see his shoes his clothes his hair
His broken teeth so brown

That residence is like a tomb
Each room is like a shed
Did you ever see so much gloom?
Round someone not yet dead

His mansion though I’d like to live
And born a millionaire!
Yet ever see his hand to give?
From all he’s had to share

How can he live how does he sleep
Even exist that way?
The bible says that which we reap
We’ve had so sow one day

But what on earth could he have done?
Juts what is Don’t Care’s sin?
What evil web could he have spun?
To earn the state he’s in

But are these eyes of mine so blind?
My heart’s so cold and dead?
For I don’t care I need to find
A way to turn his head

I need to weep I need to pray
I need to seek God’s face
That he may find The Lord one day
And life’s eternal grace

I just don’t care, I need to try
I need to share God’s love
If I don’t care, were then to die
He’d rise with me above