Bring Back Love Again

A dying man, in elder years, had yelped,
Crippling down, but no one had felt
Any remorse, or simple care,
And that silly old man, thought that someone there,
That a human being could have helped.

But he was wrong, oh so much,
That a human felt some love enough
To believe in wisdom, and charity
But the thought of that, had no clarity.
Because humans are crude and rough.

Died right there, died right then,
Coming back, but who knows when?
But as he left, he thought once more,
Which human would open a new door
And bring back love again.