Clarity = ∑∂∞i

What to do when the world crumbles away.
A poem in part, apart from me.
When in 2 or 3; what I see is no longer before me.

     I say I saw
     and might I draw
     upon a short story

         a man once said
         about how hard he worked
         he spent his whole life
         did not take a wife
         and then in the end
         looked around

         he did not see
         anything he hoped for
         a life spent hard
         for nothing to show
         he looked around once more
         and down he fell
         dead to the ground

     what crime this man did commit
     what wrong he did to humanity
     to work in strife a whole life
     and nothing left to give or receive
     no time taken to enjoy
     a thing or person
     not even our God

     he did not rob
     nor did he sob
     but as he lay down
     his last breath to draw
     the light he saw