Shall We Stop

The rugged race is not to the swift nor the bitter battle to the strong, within us lies a leverage, a lift-- towering above the thraldom of throngs. Godliness plus contentment breeds gain; Laziness plus gluttony concieves penury. We are who we are, I cannot explain why the haughty forget this in a hurry. You cannot win the war without a sword, of what value is a spade to a fisherman? You cannot woo a dame...without a word; spoken or inscribed, you realy need a plan. Today is the future you were expecting, O, you are caught unawares, I guess. It will soon be a past you will be reflecting... worries cannot put ripe Grapes in winepress. Appreciation is an application for more-- demand less, command more O Oliver Twist! Golden grains are stored in this Lore... sow those small seeds in your tight fist. You are who you are, O skillful player, good at winning the big blame game. Attitude cannot be swapped for prayers, shall we stop soiling the great God's name!