I see the weathered lines

These times

From the only

World I know

Falling as down

Below

The hopes of the humanity

That live

Right here

And stewards

Of the fallen

Crowd

Until now

I didn’t

Realize

That the purpose of life

Is to simply

Try to do

What you can

And give a little

And take a lot less

So in the end

You are not left

With a legacy

All a mess

Not to specific

The interactions

Of the words intended

Ran into the mud

Of my mouth

And into the world

So my own blurry vision

Is no hope

To other

At this time

So be patient

Be kind

For more to come

In time