Words Poem by Philip Lore

If I could find the words I'm looking for,
I would not have to search any more.
My vanity duped, my ambition clings,
Abandon all caution, when bullets ring.

Progress feels more like loss than gain,
Logic teaches to hide our pain,
Political correctness frittered away,
Virtues strong each waking day.

To endure our frailty, we wonder why?
Deaths veil follows, our shadows fly.
Let your love in kisses rain,
To my lips, to ease my strain.