Is there any blame left to go around?
Have you condemned the sky & cursed the ground?
Are we grown-ups yet or still little kids?
Do we have real say if we’re on the skids?
Do the years add up; but not the powers?
Are we meant to live in boxy towers?
Why are love & coin dispensed in minutes?
Why are needs & wants expressed in limits?
Are sacrifice & kindness passé?
Or, did those before us shape life this way?
L.B.Stowe 