penury's song

For every moment wasted, and every loving word unsaid,

There is a tragedy never-ending,

A tattered book that goes unread.

For every piercing outcry, and every fatal wound,

There is a heart that is never-mending,

A melody that goes uncrooned.

For every child hurting, and every voice that is unheard,

There is a life force ever-waning,

A penury absurd.

For every hope-filled ambition, and every lucid dream undone,

There is a consquence devestating,

Enriching the lives of few to none.

For every picture frame unhung, and every photograph never taken,

There is a hopeless end in coming,

A withering future dies, forsaken.

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