Brief Breath Poem by John N Mate

Late Yesterday's met we/
Today's gone he./
Tho' seems yet morn/
Many in queue long gone.//

Tho' breath be most brief/
Yet is full grief./
Pain'd my heart/
Of agony's borne on sore earth.//

Dwindle the laws of the populace/
While swells the ogre's menace./
The faultless lambs falter/
Ev'rywhere they stood is death's altar.//

What reason have ye to be rowdy? /
Or at least be haughty? /
Forget not: This life's most brief/
So give no man a grief.//