The Autumn Of All Lives Poem by me poet yeps poet

And we have locked him outside
till such time a vaccine he does not provide
he must also know
man has since grown
in this very life
where is he still waiting in the darkened corners of the nightsolving only rich man's plight
and common humans like PPME are not yet in sight
no light no garlanding

O what is he a NON SPIRITUALIST
we must all desist and let hm ride above the clouds side by side

where still our god your god the worlds god the future god of humanity still showers rain snow and green leaves is the autumn of life

tell me
AH you all will silent beings products of nothingness
nature knows ye well
we all must culture manure for our dried up shallow brains

he is Autumn who comes again an again
rain OR
no ran