The Good and the Bad


Ya gotta take,

The good with the bad.

Sometimes it's easy to think that bad's

All you've had.


Ya like ta think,

That you've earned what's good.

Even if you end up,

In the wrong neighborhood.


Fortune is fickle,

And those who don't dare,

Are destined to nowhere,

And bad's fair share.


All we can hope for,

Is to live our life right.

And count our blessings

As we bed every night.


And hope that when ,

The counting is done,

That the good out weighs the bad,

By more than one. 

Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull



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