Am so tired
Of life,
Tired of her
Tricks, kaleidoscope,
The reality of the
unreal we call
Trend of life
Little wonder
I fear; when
Will life be
Real to the living
That her trends
Become good news?
That mares we see;
We go through all day
Become fascinating
Experience and story;
The babes of today
Will grow to love,
To hear,
When told someday
We see life as practical
scene we luckily
Partook, we partake
In her odds, sinister,
Tragic, sweet memories
Many still tell with
Sorrow in their hearts
But this life;
When will you be fair
And thy actions become
An act of favour to humanity?
I suppose, you owe the living
Token of kindness? !
That if only you can hear,
I put it to thy faceless face;
Be faire!
Be kind!
To all that live.
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