How Small Are We

(One of the very few things I wrote years back that still are with me. One of my first attempts at what few would dare to call poetry. Expression is all I'll tag it with and happily at that..)

They talk about money, of making a name
Finding a way into history, of glorious fame
And I hear them

They talk about love and lust, forever and more
Of diamonds and pearls, oceans and shores
And I hear them

Then I look at the stars above
And I see the lights high up
And I see, how small are we

I walk the streets, I watch them all
The rich and the poor
Some flash useless gold; for some
Tomorrow's not so sure
And I see them

Some have a lot to waste
And still you see deaths of disease
With all we've been given
We've been no fair it seems
And I wonder, wonder why

Then I look at the stars above
And I see the lights high up
And I see, how small are we