Passage Of Man Poem by Sandra LampeMartin

Man proceeds through streets unclean
To beds built of material most mean.
They have no tears to shed
Over such a lowly moldering bed.
Is this the future intended for man
Denied any joy to billow or fan?
Travel through endless gates of waste
Built to hold back the deluge in haste.
We are cut from cloth of such flawed
Treacherous design that one is awed
By anyone finding pleasure in construction
Of any subject bound by such destruction.

We are not the last of humanity
Uneducated as we are ultimately.
What destiny man metered out for himself
Is put up untended on a forgotten shelf
It lies dusty and ill used of hope
Finding his fate in damp darkness must grope,
But fear not all who hold light in darkness
Man can still undo this craven artless mess.
He will in slender tribute, start
Anew once more, a tested, purified heart.
There will be no sadness in mankind,
But inner strength we have yet to find.

Rain forests driven ‘neath tracks of cats
Man hidden beneath construction hats.
No this is not what man would choose,
Nor is barren earth all we have to loose.
The Sun rises daily and fuels new desires.
Man rises to anticipation, fans new fires.
Blood flows in veins for good more than evil
Gives Man not desperation but endless will.
Art shall survive the artist and the critic.
Health survive the witch doctor and medic.
All we daringly strive to attain,
Breath our last, will steadfastly remain.
Babies continue despite attempts in vain
To see they do not come nor long remain.
The future arrives by passage of time,
Not by Man’s interference of a plan sublime.
Nothing can sneak past humanity for long.
We are even in the face of disaster, strong.
Progress comes, scorns a bid for confusion,
Gives its wealth in a colorful profusion.
No power of ordinary earth bound strength
Can stop these proceedings at any length.
All that we were given to fulfill
At the terminus of time we finally will.

All history will come to pass at last.
Some slow as snails, some lightening fast.
But it will not take away the joy of life,
Nor cause the creatures permanent strife.
What nature has fashioned will survive,
When we’ve passed by, continue to thrive.
No treasure that is desired for earth
Will lose its beauty, place or worth.
The shape and contour of precious soil
Cannot be marred by man's senseless toil.
This orb of enlightened wonder shall continue
Despite Man’s ability to misconstrue.