Lyrical Sense

It all makes sense

It doesn’t make sense

For soon they’ll run its course.

It all makes sense

It doesn’t make sense

And soon they’ll be no more.

All that is knowing, We can all lay to rest.

When all is said and done, that’s truly what’s best.

Published by James J Jackson, Jr

I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA.

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