Time a Windin Down

So sad to see and end to humanity I cry at the things we forget Like manners to the old and wise The teaching of respect to the young Now I'm bitter cause I know how it will end All begging for the Creator to be lenient While at the pew pit money given earns blessings Poor and hungry will never see it cease For they have none to give The time is limited but so is the battle A war on the psyche of man woman and child