poem for the day #All the goodmen have been taken#

 
 The blank page stares at me and I it
 I think about grammatical structures in conjunction to ideas in my mind
But all appears vain.
No one may understand why I write all the good men have been taken.
I should ask a question
Does maturity come with one being 35 or 40
Or does it come with long years of labor
or rather does it come with death's frail hands knocking at thy face
For all the good men I may have seen have passed through one of these variables
And all seem taken.

The road to the west is long, so long and hopeless and vain is my longing
I long to see one good man without any of these variables who ain't taken.
Partying and drinking seems to be their right hands.
They popularize their decayed morality
Like being bad should be culturally accepted
''Does maturity come with you being 35 or 40''
''Or does it come with many years of labor without plenty''
''Or rather does it come with death's frail hands knocking at thy face''.
For all the good men I may have seen have passed through one of these variables
And all seem taken.