When The Stork Returns
Dusky, azure sky looks down
The ochre earth awaits you
Near and dear have a deep frown
On the deathbed, you know too
Time is coming pay no heed
To the wonders of this world
You need many a good deed
Before Heaven is unfurled
Dig in your sinful pocket
Sieve through the evil amassed
May you find the right ticket
'Fore, in the grave, you are cast
Old fond memories return
unwanted memories too
Spiteful foes in your sojourn
Enjoy your demise and boo
Nothing shall count 'cept your deeds
Neither wealth shall help nor fame
righteous actions are your seeds
To grow, protect from Hell's flame.
mbfarookh
Copyright © MB Farookh | Year Posted 2024
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