When I Consider
The countless “homeless” people
The world over—
Realizing it could be me
(Or any one else
For that matter)
I shudder with a touch of reality.
Floods, earthquakes,
War. Civil unrest.
Fate and chance says it best—
Nothing is sure.
Riches could vanish in seconds.
And earthly possessions
Could disappear
In fractions of a moment.
A wakeup call.
Nothing works like
A touch of reality.
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