Profit And Loss #Poetry

Profit And Loss

Each day a new sword flashes in the van;

Another leader, brave to do or die,

Comes forth, full- furnished for the strife whereby

He gains his growth and stature as a man.

Each day our world, that under the black ban

Of ignorant custom for so long did lie,

Grows bright and brighter, like a clearing sky,

More good and lovely in its wondrous plan.

Yet oh! how few the saved, how small the gain,

How poor the profit as against the cost —

The waste of life, divinely vast and fair,

Potential in starved soul and unfed brain —

The powers that might have been and might be — lost

Only for want of common food and air! 

© VishalDutia