Race of Man

Race of men There’s a race of men who don’t fit in, Their actions old and kind; Rivaled by the actions That are set within their mind. If they just went straight they might go far; For they are strong, and brave, and true; But they get tired of the things that are, And crave the strange and new. There’s a race of men, who still stand free their thoughts and actions all their own, But society with its destructive fee has left them all alone. And so they watch while they slowly fall one by one they change. All the while the world is laughing as it’s tugging on their reins. No longer true, no longer kind, This race it now dies out. Replaced by men who are forced to find, That image is all life’s about.