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We complain
about the weather,
But there’s nothing we can do,
We worry 'bout the world at war,
But that’s beyond us too.
We tend
to get an ulcer, when
We worry and complain,
We give such effort to ‘our cause’,
But all things stay the same.
We want
to change the world, but
It seems outside our grasp,
The future is beyond our reach,
And what is past is past.
There's many things we can’t control,
And worry bodes not well,
They may get better; may get worse,
But only time will tell.
Let’s concentrate our efforts on,
The things within our reach,
Like spending time with one small child,
Instructing him and teach.
To show
him how to live his life,
So that when he grows up,
He too will find some child to help,
To mentor and instruct.
In this
small way we’ll change the world,
And those who dwell within,
We may not win the war outside,
But this war we can win.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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