Rust Is Rest
Rest most elusive word,when shall it be ?
From point to point are new challenges;
The day man says I will rest now,
Make no mistake,hear well,
Man says I will die now.
Rest, when shall it come?
Morning, we learn;
Noon, we build,
Tell me,
When?
Night?
Sorry,
That noon job,
Still need our watch;
Lest we live in vain,
And have no path of deed.
Like the path of snake on rock,
Is the path of a man that lives,
Though good life in morning and in noon
Yet rust in the night,because he watches not .
9/21/14
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