Million Poem by Brian Hinckley

Economic woes and
foreign foes.
A million ways to die,
but no way to really live.

Time's flying by and
money woes make the strongest cry.
A million ways to fall,
but no one to catch you.

Hope in short supply and
debts at a record high.
A million reasons to give in,
but no reasons to go on.

How do we stop the free fall,
when the odds are stacked against us?
Where do we turn,
when no one is there to help us?

Look to the sky and
find the clouds up high.
A silver lining exists there somewhere,
but a million dark clouds stand in between.