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When they become due, I don’t like them at all.
Taxes look large, be they ever so small
Taxes are debts which I venture to say,
No man or no woman is happy to pay.
I grumble about them, as most of us do.
For it seems that with taxes I never am through.
I will not pretend that I understand it all. I am not a politician; I make an honest living like so many of us. I read the news, sadly lots of it doesn’t make any sense. Maybe I am not smart enough to see the bigger picture or perhaps too smart to be fooled easily.
I am not too crazy about the political news lately. I try to avoid it because there is only so much I can take. However, there are days when I have to read it, and I just can’t get enough.
“Why do we force people to pay taxes?”
Because they wouldn’t pay otherwise.
“Why wouldn’t they?”
I learned about great philosophers in school, and lots of what they had said didn’t make any sense to me back then. I felt intimidated by their wisdom and their profound way of thinking. What did they have what I didn’t? Was it their age, or were they just born with a deeper understanding of everything around them?