Humanity
The barren life
of untapped awe
Across whose shallow
dusty plains
The dry untempered
mind of sapient man
Without inquiring
gaze or even backward glance
Scurries in its
primitive haste
No thought of
past, or interest raised
By histories clear
testament of waste
So embroidered
upon works of man
That all would
seem to understand
And bow their
heads in shame
No dreams of stature
lifted high
Of proud self
conscious man
Full reaching
out with unity of cause
To grasp ideals
and truths
That dwarf our
petty lives
(C) Copyright 1999
JOHN GATES
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