This is a poem, I guess, that I thought of. I was watching a homeless person walking by, then my mind raced through all the bad things in the world. Now, I think Rose might have done this, because she turned into such a thoughtful person, so please let me know what you think. This is my first Titanic fic, so please review.
I sat in the room watching the dying fire,
And thought to myself, how much longer?
All the pain and suffering in the world, how much longer will it last?
Who is it caused by, and why do they cause it,
Do we, as ordinary people cause it subconsciously?
All the homeless people killed, because no one pays them any mind.
As I watched the dying fire, I asked my self,
How much longer?