It Was Late in the Fall

It was late in the Fall,
sitting, trying to amend,
my likes and dislikes
to keep from making mistakes again.

Thinking about this stage in life,
about the uncertainties we face,
during our brief time, in this reality.
Do we have compassion or a trace

of kindness, hidden within our being?
As members of the Human Race,
We need empathy and passion.
The well-being of others has a place.

Perhaps, this is by design,
when War or Genocide prevails.
Elimination of ethnicities, in battle
used to control over population, life fails.