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I turn to look at something,
As pointless under the sun;
What pleasure that it would bring,
Sounding like a lot of fun.
Some people are all alone,
No children or family;
For the Lord would not condone,
Any immorality.
Your hard work there is no end,
The work that you have to do;
But a time needing a friend,
For being loyal and true.
Eyes are never satisfied,
With riches but never ask;
Why Jesus was crucified,
That people took on the task.
Why are we working so hard,
And deprived of the good things;
Like many play the race card,
See the handouts that it brings.
Even this is so pointless,
A terrible tragedy;
Someone being so spineless,
Indicates no remedy.
Two people better than one,
For sharing in the reward;
For the race that has begun,
When finished we see the Lord.
If one fails the other aids,
But for one alone to fall;
With too many barricades,
Just like hitting a brick wall.
If two lie down together,
They are able to keep warm;
But for one in cold weather,
Will awake in frozen form.
I saw all the living walk,
Moving towards the finish line;
Where the Lord waited to talk,
To the winner as they dine.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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