These
faceless masses
With grim, determined
drive
continue forward
regardless
of the failing social
hive.
Ignorance to truth
of a
less than purposed
life.
Stumbling onward
blindly,
heedless of the
strife.
Do they sense a bitter
despair
or a hopeful horizon?
Do they even care
how I love my son
And daughter and wife?
My vision shapes my
thought
to live slowly and
softly,
grateful for what is
taught.
