The Poet's Grail

I'd save the humans if I could
but they're not ready yet;
confusing hate for something good
in leaving out regret.
 
It's too much to be reminded  
of evil things we do,
like forsaking all the trouble
to find out what is true...
 
or cherish all the lovely things
we bypass in a rush;
too pinched for time to celebrate
the secret garden lush.
 
And now you know the poet's role
when the world is all amiss;
to have the loss in every soul
evolve into a bliss!