The Road of Days

the road of days
on which we tread
is not the same for all

some shove their way
take all they can
and think they can not fall

they steal respect
and simple trust
by smiling open-faced

the lives they wreck
are sometimes lost
not dead but sad misplaced

they ask that we
forgive those deeds
their onus is a stain

then later on
they beg and cry
with promises profane

May 1999