Good and bad

Strange, this existence called life: We are born knowing not why we be, In time we learn there is right and wrong,

And that bad humans use gun or knife,

While good humans work on ways to feel free –

Mixed together, they move about in a throng. Yes, that baby has much to see and learn – Mom and dad seem to guide him well, And often he will try little goods and bads;

Like certain acts may cause him to burn,

And there is a place for the bad called Hell,

With emotions going from glads to sads! Eventually, life will mean being trustworthy, While you come to realize how ‘good’ fights back In a world of exploitive dishonesty and greed;

At times, you may want to become earthy,

As easy money is something you often lack

But your values say, “All bad, I must heed”! Yet, generation after generation, bad persists, And, when one comes right down to the facts, Many jobs would no longer be if all was good;

Even warfare is at the top of the all lists,

As the enemy never lets up on its attacks –

Hoping the good of good versus bad is understood!

G.L. Brown