The Wise Man

Oh wise man, The furrws on your forehead Say you cultivated your years And harvedted excellent fruits You used your moments to distill Life's problems,that turned your hair gray Your eyes are sunken deep ,why? Sharp realites pushed back them,that's why? Tell me why the rich in golden couch lie The poor die many times before they die? "Boy,Wealth is a gift given by God To share with the poor, not to hoard The stars shine like glow worms at night My intellect fails,canyou give a reason bright? "This is a clear sighn of extra mundane life Then to argue otherwise never take your knife! Are we masters of our own fate Or dumb driven by it like a beast? Fate is like two strings of a thread One is in our hand,one in the hand of God