By: Cedric McClester

What do you do with the news
Of a malady that you didn’t choose
Do you lock yourself up with the blues
Or go out and buy a new pair of shoes
You’re positive or so you’re told
News of that makes your blood run cold
Suddenly you’re feeling so old
Like a future that somebody stole

What do you do with the news
Do you deny it and then refuse
To accept a past that you abused
Now that you’re battered and bruised
Or do you just go on with your life
And confront the toil and strife
Even though it can cut like a knife
It's the fate of men and mice

What do you do with the news
That can often leave you confused
Even thought you’re not bemused
Accept the verdict as accused

What do you do with the news
That little can ever defuse
Explanations are just an excuse
Guess ya have to call some kind of truce
Even if you’ve cooked your goose
Strike a pose and then cut loose
Slip your head right out of that noose
You could hang but what would be the use

What do you do with the news
Do you deny it and then refuse
To accept a past that you abused
Now that you’re battered and bruised
Or do you just go on with your life
And confront the toil and strife
Even though it can cut like a knife
It's the fate of men and mice

Cedric McClester,, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.