ONE SEES EACH DAY TO EACH DECADE

One sees each day

To each decade 

Centuries fade

Skeletons

And car heaps.

One sees each day 

To each decade 

Sorrow linger 

Long after guns 

And cannons rust 

Blood and human 

dust. 

In the next pinpoint

Of time we enjoy 

Let us remain 

Where moss is green 

Tiny roots 

Of flowers 

Without fear 

And torment.