Life Fights Against Tomorrow
And suddenly we realize
that life fights against tomorrow:
it contradicts the parting of the orange sun
that there might be no sunrise
for anyone who plans to wallow
in pleasure, not relieving somebody's pain!
With each fear we hold,
we'll be asking others
if they envision more tomorrows,
or nothing that really excites...
until they grow old!
We'll reward the humble givers
and condemn the avarice hearts
standing still, not feeling emotions;
giving less doesn't mean you haven't
given anything, be glad of your deed...
bread can fill up bellies, water is different:
it has the power to quench the thirst
and give back the fortitude lost:
an arid garden can grow roses only when rain falls,
any dreamer can materialize the vision of his efforts;
constantly feeding his ego, trusting more in his creed!
And suddenly we realize
that life fights against tomorrow,
and having no minimal strength to lead
ourselves in the battle to sustain our convictions,
we'll be caught in a dense blaze...
where all hopes turn to ashes:
unless we rise above the causes of greed
and vanquish every shadow!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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