The Natural Way

It is winter. I can tell. I'm cold.

When it is spring, I can tell. I smell the flowers.

When it is summer, I can tell. I feel the heat from the Sun on a lazy afternoon.

When it is fall, I can tell. I see the change in colors on the tree leaves.

Today it is different. I can't tell what is up. Or down. Or . . . Things are out of sort.

Everything in my life is not as it once was. I doubt if it will ever be what it once was.

I'm out of work. Never been that way before. I once walked off jobs to get a better one that afternoon or at latest, the next morning. To many looking for work now. Not enough jobs. No one seems to know how to get people working. No leaders in Washington. Or in business.

What has happened?

My car pollutes. My butt pollutes. My cat pollutes. It has always been that way. America became great and prosperous with leaky butts. Now we must stop. Become poor. Become like everyone else in the world.

Why?

The Sun rose this morning in the East. It will set this evening in the West. Clouds form. Clouds dissipate. It is a natural way of things. Yet, some may want to fault humans for the natural way of things and expect to change it.

How?

It is winter. I can tell.

I'm discontented.