I used to get newsprint on my fingertips,

after a few hours of reading the news,

today, its different,

I haven’t the trust in the words anymore.

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I plan to continue to know about life

as it applies to daily needs and wants.

Peace and tranquility

would be a lovely story to read today.

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I know there are slants on people’s views

well we are left to decide upon our own

virtues and promise,

would that we might understand love.

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“I read the news today oh boy” I cried,

not knowing which edition to believe

whose voice is that,

when all the eyes look to their answer.

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“About a lucky man who made the grade”

he won’t be coming home for the holiday,

yet we’ll revel

in the beauty that is he that held our hands.

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“And though the news was rather sad”

we would continue, we’d all be glad

when someone cried

while we went on with simple lives today.

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When then we began to wander alone,

hope to fly, passion to discover time.

“Well I just had to laugh”

I knew the news would return to me again.

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Last night before I laid my tired soul down,

I wondered about a painful reality I’d heard,

“I saw the photograph”

again telling a story we’d all heard before.

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“A crowd of people stood and stared”

we didn’t know we were looking at love,

instead we raced

ourselves down an avenue of shallow frill.

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I can’t read the newsprint any more, too small,

I’d rather see quick sound bites with a pretty face!

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(‘A Day in the Life’ – John Lennon, the Beatles)