No man can walk this earth
And fair without pain, or grief
Even the most gifted in life
They too cannot escape it
What makes men as they are
Know regret has no favorites
Misery and pain spare none
And death comes to claim all
In the wailing of others woes
We feel ourselves profoundly
Compassion comes from knowing
Feelings intense are for us akin
To make sorrow thrive purposely
For self, for others with malice
Is a force much more destructive
As if there wasn't sufficient now
So if we all feel grief sincerely
Would it be better to walk softly
True might still can shed a tear
Knowing we all feel, and grieve