The lost, the deluded, the befuddled

Our attachments in this world
Can we truly bear to let go?
Like the missing pages from the torn book,
And the willow shedding its tears

Each life around is purposeful
Yet each life around vanishes so easily
How the children wail
How the dogs lament.

What day of age is it today
That mankind’s memory of
Time and honour is lost.

What can be done?
Oh how the dogs cry!