Lifes Work

Because life can’t just go on As if nothing ever happened As if you where never there Time has wrinkled and slowed The youth of our being The fight has begun as a march Toward the field of pity Heads held high Eyes tired and in need of aid Youth is a cruel mistress And she cradles with too much care Giving blessing after blessing Just to tighten the screw And draw blood for the future Is not meant to be the far off