Oh what a dreadful time of which we live!
Laden with foxes which pose as a sheep
Fervently searching for those who will give.
If elders there were, surely they would weep.
Distractions of many leave no notice
To those they leave without a single word.
“Broken” written on their hearts, life’s novice,
Take heed to a future time that’s unheard.
Morning, day, night – the clock spinning broken.
One might hurry so those lives won’t be spent,
In a glimpse of time which goes unspoken.
Let us borrow the time to make amends.
Glad are those whose lives are fulfilled in use,
But others refuge themselves in a noose.