this is no poem but a reminder
of a time when the world was kinder
of wasted care and hearts to tear
and cups full of despair
of rules to make for others to break
just for the sorrow’s sake
of broken trust and growing rust
and closed doors in the past
of flames killed fast, of curses cast.
of dead loves burried last.
this was no poem but a reminder
the time will flow and the world will be kinder