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!
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