Hardest thing you may have to endure
Is finding your life to be a failure;
When you should complete a task
You always sit in sun and bask.
God from above sees you down below;
You can see His impatience start to grow
While you are doing nothing at all
Not having to worry about your downfall.
On top of world you have never been;
Working hard you think is a capital sin;
You prayed to God before going to bed;
He said you should write poetry instead.
Now why didn't I think of that;
Every time I sing my voice seems flat;
When they wanted me to join the choir
They must either be a fool or a liar.
I'll stay home and write poetry all day long
And now won't have to sing a single song
On top, my lovely poems are now listed
So I decided to join Poetry Revisited.