Life Is To Sow, Not Reap

I wake one day, again for long to sleep, All life to find: if life or death is fake, And learn: man’s here to sow, seldom to reap. Death lives with life all through lifetime to creep, Crawling along like a slithering snake, I wake one day, again for long to sleep. A faithful friend, keen life’s friendship to keep, Death would never even dream life to take, Beware, life’s here to sow, seldom to reap. Let life a tiny blip of time, no leap Be, struggling in space, striving friends to make, I wake one day, again for long to sleep. I live and forget, fail to find truth deep, Try to swim but sink in life’s shallow lake, And learn to sow, sometime later to reap. Life’s to garner light in every round trip That faintly burns in hereafter’s dark stake, I wake one day, again for long to sleep, Life’s to sow here, let death decide to reap. _____________________________________ Villanelles | 05.10.2012, revised March 2022 |