By Andrew R Duckworth
I have to dwell on the good things,
Not the man starving in the street,
Folks who lost their home.
Let me focus on the good things,
And not be bothered by prices soaring
Through the ceiling.
I have to dwell on the good things.
Only twelve dollars a gallon for fuel.
Now, what other things can’t I afford?
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 