Bones

Are we bones, whitewashed and dry
  not doing what we should to help
    those we can, reaching beyond
A kind word, instead of a curse
  a peace beyond filling our lips 
    telling of a great love come down
Who cares, who leaves for others
  not taking all for themselves
    no one else matters and yet
What scores and marks do we leave
  on our own hearts, when we fulfill
    only our desires and not let there
Be the disappointments, not everything
  can be filled, not when long ago
    a manger lay, not with feed, a child