Bite...?
Tomorrow and the fleeting hour...
Too seldom for a knowing glance, if not a glares sight?
We serve the cope, in conscience common enough to sour?

Actual live and let live, until  the stir of reality
In our courage's to overwhelm the notion of dread
Taken to heart, and the seclusion of an around feeling, each
And been the unction we found for you, vain or given lead

Patience in a callous character, sent to proliferation
For the sunniest reply, of commit and meant done
The story of concern is an awakening spirit, to begin
A here and now, and maybe a role of sincerity, to come

Through the nigh of somber intuition
Sated to tell the commotion of eaves, we are kept and kind
To blessings of succor, that have come to these, to order as won
The acceptance of all, seen with eyes of comprehension, a care of yet, to mind...

Unique?
Understood with simplicity magnificent
To these, we consider the persuasion of history to eek
Out the shares of reaching joy, the lucre of love in heed, to relent...