Sonnet 106, Love Song To Earth Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The time's clatter has all our worthless frauds,
And what they are worthy to worldly gods;
We build our hearts from a stone or a tree,
Though further on we perhaps begin to see:
All earthly sufferings are made by hands,
Of thoughtless pleasures at men own commands;
He makes all earth's wars and builds each new statue,
Believing he's making this for me and you.
We can begin freshly on mountains high,
To build our world on peace of lasting ways;
For there is still the time to change and learn,
Before we return to earth and again die.
We could thus next generation amaze,
By saying: all is better, it's your turn.