An old man kneels by the shore,
Having little but wanting more,
Lamenting on what he lacks,
Waving goodbye to life, but it doesnt wave back
Through his veins, hope seeps
Trying to heal poverty, but the cut is too deep,
And so the old man watches time fly by,
Mourning till the day he dies
But his corpse still kneels by the shore,
Having none and wanting no more


Depressing poems rock!
-Arthauther
-yes i did make that up


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Ero, in the year 411 AF.