Tough Times

When the tough times come,
And you know they will. 

Will you be prepared,
To pay the bill—to kill?

No time for charity,
No thought of sin. 

When the last bread crumb,
Empties the bin. 

Will you bury your daughter,
Abandon your son?

Will you steal and lie to get by,
Or just lie down and die?

You never thought it would come to this. 
You lived your life in contented bliss. 

You thought your goodness was God-given,
But you were lucky just to be living. 

When tough times come,
And there's nowhere to run. 

What will you do? ….

One thing’s for sure,
Death will be looking for you.

Grim Reaper

Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull



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