Over Risking

An only one completely unprepared.
Never care about a chosen few,
Change the ways of being ill prepared,
A million years and when the rent is due.

They had a way of being busy reaching,
Feeding on a military aid,
Between the days and weeks and years of keeping,
Remember when the world began delayed.

Forget about the moment you recover.
A little further from the second reaching,
We had enough of being sharp and tougher,
Going through a million years of keeping.

Alone again another day is nearing!
And even through a thousand years of spite,
I hear the sound of singing songs and bringing,
A song about the people from despite.

Surrounded by the fear of being strained,
Old enough to feel a little stronger.
The only way of life became sustained,
A journey through the years and lasting longer.

Image from Pixabay
Poem written by me