Ironic
Each
passing day as time slips away
The sun
dies and warmth flies from the day
Unrelenting
time has no fear and commits no crime
Fragile
humanity, in a panic of fear and with limited time
So what
now? To love, to live, to never be lonely
A dream
that some live while too many others cry only
Notice
the smug who never step wrongly
The sad
hearts look on wishing they knew how to be deftly
Broken
hearts never mend; they stretch until a bitter end
Cry for
the wallflowers, love them in kindness
Their
tears are constant but they smile forcing away sadness
They know
how to play without seeing others’ happiness
Do they
deserve to suffer this pain of torture without end?
How
strange they do not become bitter and cynical?
Perhaps
it’s because they never surrender their sublimity
They are
the humanity without fear of time insecurity
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