What's Left? Poem by John Kinard

What's left

As I walk the patterned lemming road,
I dwell on how I've thus far trod;
Have I turned the soil beneath my foot?
Have I planted in overmorrowed sod?

I see the blue in smile-less face,
Have I moved to change a face forlorn?
Have I lit a path for many or one?
As I dressed mine-own in cloth unworn.

Have I returned in love the debts I owe?
As I lived my days in bestowed peace;
I see the times turn tales to tears,
Have I offered calm to tame or cease?

Have I held cold hands to warm a child?
I witnessed warring hearts bereft;
As I wonder if a soul took heart,
Have they all just queried, What is left?