I saw a man whose face was lined
By what he'd said and what he'd done;
With laughter, he had paved the way,
With love he'd made another's day...
And he slept well at night.
Another man pursued the 'bill',
Stepped on his fellow man at will,
Spoke good of no one; only ill;
And HE slept well at night.
We learn to live with what we must,
Be we in doubt or fully trust;
We go to bed, we're tired and pained;
Yet is our conscience so well-trained;
No matter how our day was stained...
We STILL sleep well at night?
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