What Have We Done?

The old man sitting in the rocking chair,
Wonders what happened to the world out there,
He use to wave to the woman next door,
But no one waves back anymore.
Every Saturday he would go to the mall,
Watching people short and tall,
Now all he sees are looks of hate,
He asks himself is this our fate?
He goes to the grocery store every Sunday at Nine,
He remembered a time when the floors would shine,
And each aisle was placed with homemade things,
When farmer's would sell their fresh vegetables at Spring.
Now all he sees are industry labels,
And cleaning supplies advertised on cable,
He has difficulty now loading his car,
But no one asks if he needs help anymore.
He wonders how much effort it takes to look away,
From your fellow human being in needs these days,
To worry about how you will stay,
In the hundred thousand dollar home anyway.
So he sits in the rocking chair watching time pass,
What is now pavement use to be luscious grass,
He misses the time he heard the birds sing,
Now all he hears are the sound of alarms ring.
He sighs as another day ends with the setting sun,
And feels helpless in this lost world and asks what can be done?
His answer comes as the stars fill the sky,
Yet not even his tears can explain why.