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When All Is Right With the World
Driving through, no agenda, soft radio,
You wander past buildings and bridges
As soothing sounds trickle out your stereo
Beautifully binding the images.
The man behind the counter warmly smiles
At the fervor of the little ones.
The traffic seems to be stretching for miles
Yet your patience easily outruns.
When you reach home all is quite silent,
A welcome and warming peace.
Everything harsh, grim or violent
For the moment comes to cease.
You look out your window and gaze at the stars,
One tentative truth unfurled -
You can lay to rest each of yesterday's scars
When all is right with the world.
