Heaven Two Point O
The curtain of kindness,
that they call the night.
It consoles the soul,
when life's out of sight.
When the body's young,
for work it is sold.
No one will want it,
when soon it gets old.
Like losing a glove,
with work left to do.
Or trying to walk,
with only one shoe.
Work is man's passion,
without it, he's lost.
Just sitting around,
he looks at his watch.
The matrix of pride,
the service of soul.
To feel you've got worth,
makes a man feel whole.
Here we like to win,
yet were bound to lose.
The secret of life,
is in what we choose.
The dreams of all men,
for money and love.
must one day be lost,
to find what's above.
Reach the stars at night,
a short excursion.
We'll meet in heaven,
two-point o version!
date:9/19/21
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