THE DYING YEARS

These are the dying years.

We all are dying,

as we hide from self-destruction.

These are the crying years.

We all are crying,

weeping for what we might have saved.

These are the lying years.

We all are lying,

failing to face the truth.

These are the trying years,

facing a certain sentence,

trying in every sense.

Yet these could be the vying years:

not one against another,

but trying to come together.

To gather strength,

to gain momentum, action

that might just lead us back to life.

A slightest chance

that these may yet

not be the dying years.