'Where Will It All End? ' Poem by Linda Winchell

You ask a very good question, Linda, and when you find the answer please let the rest of us know. This poem tells of the human condition as it is, without pulling any punches. When will this madness stop? When people finally realize there is another person living next door, or just down the road. When people can become good neighbors again. When people can learn to keep their opinions to themselves, especially if they are not part of the conversation. Presidential hopefuls cannot keep the promises they make, because they are busy cleaning up from the previous administration, and not only that, the president is only the figure head that signs bills into law, and is the commander-in-chief of the military. The promise of, 'I will reduce taxes, ' is not within the president's reach, unless congress sends him the bill to sign. We now fight over a treasured crude, that once were life long ago, When then will we ourselves' become the same? These are very prophetic lines, Linda, and the way things are going it may not be too much longer. Thank you for sharing this 'that's the way it is' poem. Barbara