Lost way
Before we know we lose our way,
On paths far from those which we stray,
Eager to get caught in the fray,
Fronting the words cometh what may,
Foolishly thinking life's a game,
Going about with little shame,
Forced by one's pride to seek acclaim,
So strangers recognise a name,
Why act if there's nothing to gain,
Kindness seems to be done in vain,
Why dream of things you can't obtain,
Often things are how they'll remain,
Without there talk of heaven's gate,
The unjust have a doubtful fate,
But change can never come too late,
Though it's better to act than wait.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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