A Man Without A Rhyme

once upon a time
strode a man without a rhyme
he was sharp quick and fit
but was too humble to admit
his wings of skill gave him flight
while his mind lacked the sight
he consumed all and then himself
and emerged with broken health
for he could not see the then
and to paper he put his pen
the system exploits another
man gives the title of brother
we do what we wish not done
while opposed our body from our soul runs
we search listen and feel the vibe
lament regret and diatribe
we see those who are just swell
and realize we’ve already said our long farewell