fathered and found

having no choice we march towards an end
inscribed both in the body and the mind
the spool moves forward we cannot rewind
and get for all of it just what we spend
there are some ills that we can never mend
so each of us about some things is blind
and bitter cruel when we should be kind
we should do nothing that we can't defend
and yet we need the world to make us whole
alone we've nothing save the searing pain
that clasps us tightly in its metal glove
together we can join to find the pole
build us a shelter against the cold rail
and know that what alone survives is love