Some say he is president though I do not know how.. each of you who work so hard with pen photo or plow.. breaks take toll in loads of road each of us endure.. a caring hand that understands is what I know as pure..
Victory majority is all that really counts from Red Sea on to Gettysburg the Sermon on the Mount.. every life husband wife or lone blade of grass.. knows the feel comes with right done clear as love times pass..
The lonely miser sits in fits of childhood times he knows.. his wallet is his only guide his mirror shows.. just one true brings a known due those of honor shine.. as the lonely miser grabs of others claims it mine..
Is this rallied try who cries when he does not succeed cares not for anything but show a different breed.. says he knows his countrymen and women his view rotten .. these sorry catch phrase folks as him their feelings are forgotten..
A mole blind under light is right in his every move.. he knows to show a heart of hearts when young need he behooves.. his feelings make his dealings with the awesome gift of life.. knows it is not show.. needs no bible.. needs no knife..
Thanks to those with memory of heart and mind and soul.. thanks to those who know of kind a true and honored goal.. thank you nature for the abstract difference sent our way.. reminder of uncaring night.. a thanks for care of day..