Beings

So what is man but a day?
A vapor soon blown away
A grain of sand washed ashore
The tide reclaims without a war

The right of flight an easy choice
So say goodbye and live
There is no end save in your grave
For one last cradle to give
Propensity for the floor
Capacity for much more

So what is life but a breath?
A tortured trance a dance to death
Allowed to bask for a while
Then history: somebody's smile

True regard sacrifice
Frozen in their last embrace
Tenets of a lifetime grown
(Tenants of a lifetime groan?)
In one act are erased
Propensity for the base
Capacity for such grace

Love could change the world
…just might save the world…