083022 sonnet On Time and Place

On Time And Place

You look to heaven, then you spoil the bed,

It’s bad down here, I know, but think of us;

A violent death will soil the pants it's said,

To do or to have done will raise a fuss.

Intent to leave the future to others

Because you’ll be elsewhere, up and away,

A philosophy that really bothers,

Deplete resource unduly, come what may.

Your heaven brings no rapture, heavens no,

A cull does come for sure from our regrets

To not pursued these decades on, we go

Together to our graves with ashen frets.

Conserve deep down the notion human reign

On Earth depends on no one person’s gain.