I glance around and see that the hopes of many are drained

Many expressions around town look absolutely pained

In childhood the dreams are freely infinite

While as full adults the dreams seem to become limited

At stores we swipe plastic cards and hand over paper greenbacks

To purchase ever smaller meals and treasured snacks

The bill collectors don't forget anyone's addresses

Those envelopes relaxing in mailboxes add to our stresses

However, I believe in due time whether in spring or fall

Many will get through this together and answer the divine call

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