Well, Yes, I feel ineffably sad.
I wish there were something to make me glad.
The world feels a dangerous, desperate place.
We’re on a planet that seems lost in space.
Our path is Politics of Destruction:
Hate and Spite and Mean Obstruction.
The Virus leaves hundreds of thousands dead.
A desperate time lies straight ahead.
The Northwest skies mirror human pain.
The forecast? We’ll have a “River of Rain.”
Our sadness shows that we feel our plight.
The road ahead feels like dark of night.
The Census just shows what most of us know:
This life is not the way to go.
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Living the Aging Life 