Human in words

At times pray,
Not to be a prey,
At least note every right way,
Not just every way,
Not crime,
But by rule of life,
It is like being sad but you still smile,
Like when you dine,
Drink wine but there is someone else somewhere suffering,
A habit of crying,
Not spying,
But then you feel so open like the sky,
Mind a far,
Narrow way but no land afar,
I would prefer a life of honesty,
Maybe a nasty being,
But again not so rusty,
Not even ageing,
But a being of his own kind.

Double_O Franklyne.