Bare skeletons now etched against a dark and somber sky
Which cannot hide some vital truths life’s weakness will deny
Though trees are not the like of man the semblance there is real
For trees are home to living things that breed and grow and feel.
And thus we look into the sky for guidance of some sort
Wherein exists one simple rule that cannot fade this thought
There is no justice only something close to compromise
That tempers what has been false suicide and loves demise.
Chaos and disorder these are our lonely heritage
There rising with painful woe to leave behind our bondage
And wasted days within a world in which we’re judged by time
With fit and sleek accomplishments of our respected clime.
Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES Tagged: Freedom, Loss, Respect, Trust