Ode to a Worm on a Sidewalk

Oh! How I pity your tender rosy body;
Laid to rest on harsh ground by careless waters.
Those giant beasts who pass you by
Pay no respect to your lifeless form.

Forced unto your Maker by harsh sun rays,
You writhe in pain until darkness comes-
Reminding you of your home,
Your birth.

The place you were ripped from
Before your time
Like a premature infant,
With little chance at survival.

That is the place you shall return to,
Soon, but not soon enough.
Not even I, who pities you stops to return you to your home.
No, it does no good.

Your home washed away-
Leaving you to an unfamiliar grave.

I apologize, and am a little embarrassed, but this idea sticks to me every time it rains. I feel horrible for these little critters. They are small, extremely sensitive, and I feel a tiny sense of guilt every time I step on one of them. Also, any suggestions on how to improve this piece? And I apologize if this topic has already "been done" so to speak.

Dictionary

Very often I ponder how it would feel to read and retain all the information in the dictionary. Although it sounds strange, I cannot imagine what one would do with that type of knowledge. But it still skimps across my mind. Being the showoff I am, I'd probably go around using large unfamiliar words correctly and within complicated sentences. At one point in my life I knew a girl who did this. She stayed much more modest with her skill than I ever could. Now a new question emerges. The only dictionary in my parents' house released from publication in 1975 or 1977. Do you have any idea how language transformed in the last thirty years? If you've survived this planet for more than fifteen years, I possess no doubt you noticed the change in the appropriate context for many words. When my parents reached the age I currently reside, "ain't" could not be found within the dictionary. However, it is still considered an informal word of certain dialects. As I check the word count using the Microsoft program, I realize "ain't" ain't even considered correct there, at least not yet. Regardless, it made its way into the dictionary. Things of this nature make me wonder what it would be like to have all those words at my disposal. At the rate language evolves this could turn into a particularly expensive hobby. I may need to purchase a new dictionary twice a year. And here comes another thought: How many words have been discarded? And what did they mean?