penury's song

For every moment wasted, and every loving word unsaid, There is a tragedy never-ending, A tattered book that goes unread. For every piercing outcry, and every fatal wound, There is a heart that is never-mending, A melody that goes uncrooned. For every child hurting, and every voice that is unheard, There is a life force ever-waning, A penury absurd. For every hope-filled ambition, and every lucid dream undone, There is a consquence devestating, Enriching the lives of few to none. For every picture frame unhung, and every photograph never taken, There is a hopeless end in coming, A withering future dies, forsaken.