“ Trouble “

Two Confused People

Stuck At A Red Light

Both Trying To Do Something

Neither of Them Right

Angry young Men

Their faces painted with Pain

Suffering Thru Another Day

Of Life All The Same

There’s A Young Father with His Children

So young and Full of Life

One Job, Two Children

And an unfaithful young wife

There’s a Cop on the Street

With a Gun in His Hand

There’s a Scared Desperate Junkie

Ready To Make His Las Stand

There’s the Gangsters with Bandanas

Colored either Red or Blue

You Drive Down the Street

Praying they won’t Look at You.

There’s the Single Mother

Trying To Do Both Jobs

Trying to Raise Rebellious Children

Against All The Odds

There’s the Old with their worries

There’s the Young with their Dare

Neither of Them Certain

If it Matters to Care

There’s the Elderly and Aged

Without a Thought in their grasp

There’s the Loved ones who Care

But Wonder How Long Can This Last

You Hear of Epidemic AIDS

In this Country Reported

But It’s so Hard To Tell

Because All the Facts get Distorted

Everyone Deals with

Trouble and Strife

You Ask About Trouble

Trouble is Life

 

Steve