Maybe We'Re Not

Lackluster lives filled with emptiness Around us everywhere But … seldom do we notice They are even there For we have lives of import – Things of urgency Making our time busy - It’s our dependency. We do not see the child who Needs our time alone To comfort, guide and teach them So their thoughts remain: unsewn. Then there are the aged Abandoned in their cocoons Of experience and history But … ‘tis we who are marooned. We ARE our brother’s keeper But … if we are self-obsessed, How then can we consider: ‘Tis we, the ones are blessed?