First Attempt at Poetry - Fine

If all the world were as fair as you,

the streets would be joyous

and the beggars too.

It's a cruel world we live in;

it twists the spine

and dwells on the divine,

all while pretending it's kind.

If I could leave this world

and go; there'd be nothing

but merry in my throat.

But we all are stuck

here in the sands of time.

Worshipping the divine

and pretending everything

is fine.