Quatrain of Sadness Abounds
Sadness Abounds - how pitiful our lives
If there were no real heroes in
life, humans would just
pretend they
exist,
We can't seem to live without
looking up to someone,
our empty souls
insist.
We value our wondrous nature
to meager avail, we
believe others are
greater,
No sadder commentary of the
human condition: believing
ourselves not the best
devised by the
Creator.
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