Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Know the Value, Not the Price!

In a time when sense gives way,
In a life fighting outrage everyday,
Know the value, not the price.
Learn the virtue, leave the vice.

 
In a world where the dime,
Runs men as the commander prime,
Become the King, O mind!
Show us, how sense and comfort, may we find!


O Friend of mine, confused!
Thou, whom the world has refused!
Show them, their lives’ true goal,
Before their crimes take their rightful toll! 


See the deluge around you,
Sense it, don’t fall in, yourself too!
For then you will see the light,
And hear their unheard plight!


Day in, day out, they toil with no end,
On things so many, that have no good to lend.
Yet they waste away at the feet of greed,
For they think money is all they need!


Little Drops of water, Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land!
Thus do little, wise decisions, once in a while,
Keep forever in the heart and lips, a smile!


Money and time, O comrade grim,
Should toil for thine every little whim.
Don’t let them, even for a second, misbehave,
For thence, forever, you they’ll enslave!

There are little comforts, each worth a lot,
It is these free gifts that’re most easily got.
But beware! For life is generous, but fickle.
Crave for something, and away through your fingers, it’ll trickle!


A secret to you, I’ll proceed to say,
Thoughts and happiness multiply, the more you give away!
And moreover, they are yours for all to see,
For in your mind and heart, will they always be!

When you walk through life, all the way,
Of pleasures and deeds, to not go astray,
Know the value, not the price;
Learn the virtue, not the vice! 



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Ask Thee Not

Ask thee not, dear child, eternal bliss,
For thou art not celestial, so high and free!
Ask for trials, dare thee dangers to seek and kiss,
For thou art a ship caught in an angry sea!

Rest thee not, for thou hast not the time,
Thou art a walker, with many-a-mile to tread!
Ever farther seemeth the goal, harder the clime,
But fall not for the mirage, thy prize loometh ahead!

Fly not too high, little bird, thou wilt lose breath,
For there are powers thou hast yet to preponderate!
Yet fly thee ever higher, fearless of peril or death!
For limits undaunted, shall thee desecrate!

When life’s river taketh thee in its stride,
Do not, my friend, swim against the flow!
But use thy power and tame the tide,
To visit more worlds that life wilt show!

Life is not a plain, O farmer dear,
Grow thy crops on the slopes, for noe!
If needeth thee, hills wilt thou clear,
For thou art a fount of power, well-endow’d!

When thou feelest at peace, to settle,
Life throweth a surprise before thee!
An attraction worth well thy mettle,
After which, hungry thy heart wilt be!

At junctions such, tarry thee a little,
Weigh thy wants and needs fairly well!
For life is full of decisions, much brittle,
Taken hurriedly, which, can make heaven, hell!

Find thy goal, for cases such.
Whether it taketh a day or year!
Then wilt dissolve, thy dilemma so much,
Thou shalt see thy future path, crystal clear!

Ask not thee, for weaponry of steel,
For life is not a war, relentlessly fought!
Ask thee for music, and a sumptuous meal,
For life is a fest, with feasts and wonders wrought!