- Daniel Mayfield
Futility
Futility subjected my prized possession
each component to wear and rust
from birth to earth you face oppression
designed as such to make you trust
The body a wasteland rapidly vanishing
a couple of flickers, and smoke, and the wind
many a steward no skill with the managing
squander their purpose, a day and it’s spent
Medical experts, the fountain of youth
perpetual visits, preservers of rot
bandage the wound and medically soothe
ducks in one basket with death as the lot
A fire internal will burn at the wick
immortal, unseen, and often forget
renewable daily, depending the pick
eternity given to those who it sought.