Intertwined Mishaps

Memories in the faces, each wrinkle on each cheek
Spirits that were once strong that somehow became weak
Hearts that were once full became empty with each tear
An unbreakable ounce of love gets shattered just by fear
Common blood running through veins pulsing under skin
Hearts and egos settle with a loss, too humble to just win
Their struggle is their battle and their battle is their life
Their motto: there can be no enjoyment without there being strife
Too modest to claim victory, too proud to concede
Too unselfish to realize just what their lives might need
A hungry child’s mouth open wide in wait for some bread
A man who’ll work every day of his life until he’s good and dead
We’ve lost that gene somewhere from generations that have passed
As technology took over the land we knew hard work wouldn’t last
So we type away click-click-click, until our fingers become sore
How soon that we forget the labored lives of family yore