A Hard Old World To Live In

A hard old World to live in where it is each to self and own
Where from over swollen egos false legends are grown
We are now in the age of the me, myself and i
But only memories of true greatness outlives the graves of death and all others do die
Many children from an early age by parents taught to with each other to compete
For to be best in the neighborhood and be best in the street
For to be up there amongst the World's best after being best in the town
So many crave for the success that will lead them to renown
We are now further from an Earthly Utopia or so it does seem
A World free of self conceited people who compete for public esteem
Than at anytime in human history or so it seems to be
Or is it what i dislike in others is what i dislike in me
My heroes are the people with compassion who for the down on their luck do care
But it is disappointing to think that their type are becoming rare.