Condition that is deemed humane
From birth to death, the joy and pain
To feel, to touch, to grasp, to squeeze
To stumble when we should find ease
We think we know, yet fool ourselves
Ignore accounts that fill our shelves
We creatures of such imperfection
That often lack clear self-reflection
Are so inclined to fudge and lie
For scruples seem in short supply
But in adversity we face
We demonstrate such outright grace
When things are difficult and hard
We circle wagons, stand on guard
Our differences lose their guise
We struggle, yes, but still we try
The greatest gift that we’ve been given
Our temperament for optimism
Have faith the sun will shine tomorrow
A trail will break that we may follow
The dark comes light and reassures
That woe may pass and life endures…