Vainly Built Fires

Vainly Built Fires Was it best that we demanded far too much? Quiet corner to count our blessed days Or waste away long childish hours and such like still winds whipping across open bays. Finding time, the enemy we all feared We raced along hoping it would not come Children their bawling eyes frozen and teared full of conceit , arrogant and just dumb. Time came on and plowed deep its fertile field cutting down old, dried wheat and windblown weeds Forever, its opposition it yields to that ever growing new crops of seeds. Man seeking eternal fleshly desires, perishes in own vainly built fires. Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 102