When all is said and done…

Same old sun in the same old sky.

They’s still counting votes.

Men gon rise and men gon fall; egos gon inflate and egos gon deflate. Some might forget that they ain’t God, they gon want to dictate how the poor and the rich must live or die, how days must end and darkness begin.

I get up soon o’ clock and pray to the Lord of the dawn.

It is nearly mid-day; the sun is almost directly overhead.

I listen to Songbird and rise above it all.

Low-grade fever for several days got me poorly, make me know that when all is said and done, good health and love is the only things that matter.