A Sonnet With Out Care Poem by James McLain

Winter comes and summers left
I can't see your face
I have gained what you have lost
such greatness laid to waste
The sun you see my eyes can not
as night turns into day
Your lips are white while mine stay dark
their lies won't bare the truth
Sleep it comes to those whom stay awake
while life has shown what death can't take
a fading smile that stays
Walking by, I stopped and looked inside
and what I saw was blindness they had wrought
consenting to the end it now draws near.