Vain
There's much to do,
with little time.
There's much to change,
Where do I stand?
What can I do?
What should I do?
Maybe something,
Maybe anything.
Days are passing,
Time is wasting.
Years aren't lasting,
The world's crashing.
What have I done?
Not a damn thing.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world