Blind Faith and Trust … Do you have what it takes? Do I?

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I worry about my world
My country and myself
Too out of control for a control freak
To survive these harrowing days

It leaves me at a loss
What to do
Where to go
Will it matter

For a child of the 60s
It’s a pill too bitter to swallow
We meant well, I seem to recall, but isn’t
The road to hell paved in good intentions

It’s not us
It’s who we’ve become
Salty tears scream down my cheeks
The taste of foreboding clouded with fear

In my golden years
Don’t want to waste the moments that are left
As Buddha once said, with a wink and a smile,
“The trouble is you think you have time”

I’ve had more joy and laughter
Than I probably deserve
Pain and suffering always lingering
Wailing in the shadows of my fear