They say each day brings a morning, a meaning
Days meant for living, breathing, seeing
For laughter, for crying, for grieving
Each day born of the sun, , man’s choice.
Man’s inhumanity to man, bird and fauna
The window of seeing, we see what we’re given
A fleeting moment, a vision of completion
Not yet fulfilled and seldom achieved
An opportunity to learn, to grow, to know more
Yet we know nothing, we learn of yesterdays
Tragic ways, mad ways and bad days
We learn of pain, suffering, blinded by circles of ignorance
Blinded by our own ego, fears and prejudice
Too many to mention, too few to notice.