This is a poem about today's ills, but tommorow's glories. |
Why Does It Have To Be This Way? Why does it have to be this way? Bad memories of yeterday. Bad memories of you and me. Always arguing, buzz, buzz bumble bee. Why does it have to be this way? Problems mounting and bills to pay. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to go. You must face the music once more. Why does it have to be this way? Want to stay in bed and just rest today. Want to just think about me and you. Without distractions, no intrusions just y-o-u. Why does it have to be this way? Cruel people in the world and the games they play. Laughing and sneering at all that you do even when it's good, righteous and true. Laughing and tauting as they walk about, without any remorse, love or doubt. That what theyr'e doing is what you deserve. Spinning their web of hate as they throw you curve after curve. Why does it have to be this way? Drive-bys and shooting as children play. Men beating up on women who were once proud and strong now just another statistic what could be more wrong. I'm glad that one day it will be this way. Love bewteen the small and the great. Love and peace no sickness at all no police needed at the malls. Freedom to love whomever I choose. You free to love me and I free to love you. By PNJL PS: Tommorow's glories refer to one day being as a thousand and a thousand years being as one day. |