Man of sight


Throbbing heart at sundown
When all wasted time are widely open
Those days good seeds were unsown
For them death is widely flung open
Realising with ocean of tears failure before known

Instead of sunrise with joyous toiling
Sweating at daybreak from the onset
Not wasting the riches of the evening
For it pays to enjoy at sunset
Because its the time for trumpeting

They start complaining its the fault of Hags
When they realise they never truly lived
Its them that deliberately wear rags
All their time with nonsense weaved
Now they are the ones name "lowly"in mags

Heart always travels a thousand miles to the past
Leg crippled cannot correct the past nor the present
Their pants at the sound of failure blast
After burning dawn and noon treasure
Its weeping at last

Young of today,thou may be left behind
Time may wave at thee
When thou choose to be blind
Set thy ignorance and indolence free
For if not,dusk to thou must be unkind.

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