Everyday is a world of pain
Begotten by others without regard
Whose existence though meager
Was more pathetic than my own
So now in lifelong injuries
Bearing the scars seen and not
While many of them succumbed
To their self-wrought misfortunes
It was a mistake of fate
Though truly puzzling to me
That such an unearned plague
Has taken its hapless toll
There is no rhyme nor reason
But that of self before all others
Now others bear their offenses
That outlive their pathetic days
What reward is there for the brave
But to see the sun come up
To breathe each day with purpose
For those who really had none