Why in our last days that we lament

We accept the love

We think we deserve

When we allow the abuse

From those we observe

The quality of our relationships

Contingent upon what we instill

What values do we practice?

What values do we fulfill?

Problems between generations

Do not just go away

Many are passed off to the next

So few are resolved when in play

The people who do not notice

Suffer long down the road as it may

When disheartened by their activities

As the memories of a wasted life slips away

When time becomes the currency

On what and where is the value spent?

Frivolity of an ego?

Why in our last days that we lament