Is It Not This World?
Is it not this world; where the small dies and
the old cries 'why not me instead?' and and,
And of strong weakness and weak strongness band;
Where gallant coward slow down their poor grand?
Is it not this world; where poor feeds the rich
While they wear majestic distasteful reach?
It is this earth where men are needle stitch
fully thin in knitting take up of a-stitch.
It is this space where the eye of the sky
struggles to see a light from the high nigh,
Struggles of ease and ease of struggles sigh_
Tis this world where sadness and sorrows sigh.
Tis this world where a take up stitch saves nine,
Tis this world where sadness and joy entwine;
Tis this world where we're waters of ravine,
Tis this world we'll stay to wait to each mine.
"words from the innocent mind"