Children often say irately so
It's an adult's world out there
But that's the mindset flawed
For there are many cares lent
Though they run the world
It's a fallicy to deduce wisdom
For many haunt its corridors
Unable to find wit's only exit
Those who are good perish
Because they are cherished
They are lovingly missed too
The bad fall away unnoticed
Yet it seems impoverishment
For so many years to pass on
And wisdom to run off unseen
In a marathon of monotony
A race that was never run
The finish line still so close
No champion of spirits sown
But a mediocrity finishing last