We’ve gone too far,
And now we’re made
To leave behind,
A world abused
In full decline,
Leaving no time
Or resolve find,
Glean to but mend
Our callous way,
We risk lifeline
To dominate
Time out of mind,
While far too late
Begs seek define,
How globe is to sustain
Held mortal span lifetime,
With man’s destructive vein
On a planet loosing hold,
He relents not to maim
Despite life short,
And death’s grim reach so long,
Gives no time to abort,
Man’s devastation too far gone!
Mañana, will be too late…!
Poetry on a canapé 
Sad that it’s so true. Manana is already too late.
Thank you Paulette, and your are probably right, and sadly for future generations, unless someone finds a way to cure greed. Maybe many more Mark Zuckerberg will step up to finally influence the many whose hoarding sickness needs a push to turn it into a habit of giving. Dreams are for free, by the way!
Jean-Jacques