“ What Chance ” ~ for life ahead ~

 

The die was cast

We’d live a time

But could not last,

In this world stead

We’d pushed so fast

For life ahead,

That might’ve been

Till so misled,

We’d end beyond

And too far past,

To fix the wrongs

Of what we’d left,

They who chose blind

And visionless,

To what man blurred,

A legacy of cries unheard,

That of a dead grey world!

                                                                             ode to man’s final legacy

 

“ Now You’re Here ” ~ too soon you’re gone ~

 

Now you’re here,

Tho far too soon

You’re gone,

Leaving no reason

To the surrounds,

Save suggest year

Had but one season

Rather unclear,

Seen fulltime grey

With baleful demons,

No longer able

Kept at bay,

And so fate chose

You disappear,

To not extend

You suffer appear,

Another morrow’s day!

 

“ My World ” ~ in retrospect ~

 

What will be left

In retrospect,

Held be my world

Of living things,

Unenviable at best,

Since we allowed

To risk their nest,

Piloted by men

Of gargantuan rapacity,

Apathetic to amend…

 

Thus for unwary child

Who finds not heed,

How will he survive

Man’s destructive seed,

Souring the air he breathes!

 

“ Morrows ” ~ ever nearer ~

 

Should you doubt

Life’s fleeting pace,

I’ll set you right

On lifespan’s face,

The days that burn

With barely time

To see the night,

Or a full term

Of this life’s race,

Save ye borrow

Someone’s turn

Afore the morrow,

Less fate means play

A slice of mirth,

And chose instead

A bed of earth,

Be untimely stead

Tells best not dwell,

On wasteful notions

While ever nearer be,

Those waiting morrows!