It’s a new idea of mine. I thought I would title the upcoming posts as thought for the day but the truth is I doubt I’ll post everyday and I don’t want to disappoint you. I’d also like to get to know you, so please feel free to give me your thoughts.
Do you ever feel that whenever you get close to making a touchdown, the end zone gets moved further away? Sometimes I do. It was better for me. I was raised in an era that had lots of jobs for those just starting out and you could save for college even working in the mills. Most of the mills are gone, those jobs with them and college is out of reach without debt. A mortgage without the benefit of a home, rent so high you may never save enough for a downpayment.
We hear people talk about the American dream, how we all have the chance to reach the finish line, have our dreams come true, get that house. But do we all have the same chances? Did we ever?
THE HUMAN RACE
Greyhounds lined up at the starting gate,
chasing wooden American dreams.
Only one can win, the rest must fail,
is not as it seems.
We know the losers didn’t really try,
blinded by the rabbit, we do not see.
The winner loses the next race,
how shallow his victory.
The rabbit is always a step ahead,
the weight of the world on the hound’s backs.
They suffer, they live, continuing on,
it’s caring the rabbit master lacks.
So intent upon the rabbit run,
we allow the race to continue on.
We do not try to see the truth,
look beyond the glitter, to see the harm.
And so the masses struggle, running the race,
not knowing that they are lead.
Will understanding come at last,
when all the hounds are dead?
Debra Zannelli
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