The Thankless Human Element

A thankless task is one to help

An ingrate selfish man

When needing help he's quick to yelp

But give thanks he never can.

The world is full of thankless ones

But by it isn't bettered

There the human element this streak runs

In the cultured and unlettered.

The world is a vast field of endeavor

Full of many marvels no doubt

Man in his simple life was not clever

But serene before he thought inventions out.

If we but knew our world hangs

By a thread suspended in space

The universe to the world brings

A cosmic force that spins it in it's place.

Some day when Earth and heaven new

A new song of thanks shall be heard

Angels will ascend to us in perfect view

Earths only sea will be his word.

Front Side

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