TIME WOULD TEACH

Let them live their lives
Or let them die and go to hell
Bother not, for those who cannot learn
That money is not the only thing to earn

But how can I, for they are my own
With whom I have together grown
Be not there, when they are in wiles
And walk away father many miles

Yes I agree, humanity is dead
And compassion is no more
Money is their butter and bread
And all they have is gold in store

Gone are good old days
Times are bad for now
Yet I hope, time would teach them ways
And make them learn to earn some love