I will never be loved like I love
Never feel that straight human compassion
That I was born with and cultivated
I will never lay weakly in my bed
Turning my head to the grandchildren
Smiling as what little breath I have left
Exits my tired and sore chest
I will never see the wisdom I have to offer
Passed down my gene pool
See flowers by the pool as my coffin is buried
I will never see humanity rise and be
What I know it can but never will be
For me loving is a gift and a curse
It elevates and it hurts beyond measure
And I do not know if I would pass on this terrible treasure
Though I know I will never be loved like I deserve
Sometimes I still dream of a brighter more loving world