Cry for the World


Cry for the world ...

            for the failed loves that meant so much,

            for the lost dreams that meant even more;

cry for the immense “might have been”

            and for the sad “what has been made of it”,

cry for the gifts of natural and created beauty

            and the mockery of their destruction;

cry for the sweetness of rationality, logic and truth

            and the bitterness of the lies and hypocrisy that scorns them;

cry for the world ... .


While living in comfort and luxury

            a life of fulfillment, a life of achievement

                         that most would envy,

            yet sad and unsatisfied with all;

                        wanting, needing, perfection everywhere;

I cry for the world ...

                           ... and for myself

                                         ... and I really don’t know why.