Yearning For Earnings

Yearning for earnings An annum for my God may be hundred years of His day My plans included His will, to guide all the steps of my way But neither “Yet” nor “already been” was granted; I cry Still my earnings determine my yearnings as life pass me by Like waters on the ocean floor, should my fiscal standing allow the boat of my passion thirst float - anyway; Somehow… But Deo Volente seems distant and far. Like only I dream. Deep down, puddled up oceans can scream for a brand new regime Abroad with my little boat on dry ground prevail Like never before any traveler could fail Still eager to learn from the God that I fear Maybe one day in hundred for more than a year.