It often causes sleepless nights
This quirk they say I’ve got
I sometimes think I may be wrong
Even when I’m not
 
I do the best a person can
With limited resources
And don’t believe a thing I hear
Without concurring sources
 
Before I reach conclusions
I’m always open-minded
I know even the skeptic
Can easily be blinded
 
I stay real close to people
That I don’t want to be with
And have good conversations
With folks I don’t agree with
 
And when the day is finished
I get a bit reflective
And try to see the things I saw
From some askance perspective
 
I know that I’m the eyes and ears
Of people who can’t be here
And look again when someone says
There’s nothing left to see here
 
I read about the past, you know
Because with mice and men
Errors that all leaders make
May still be made again
 
That candle in the darkness
Chances are I lit it
But if I make an error
I readily admit it
 
When I chose this fine career
I took my place with pride
My name is Journalism
And yesterday, I died