Foresee Your Reaps
114 Words
Just anything I will do to keep the
flame burning.
But I will suffer the smoke no
more
When my eyes can finally see the
blurry coast clear.
That all my sows will bring
unto me nothing but regrets.
For of what benefits will it bring
to me
When all my ridges will be
washed down the drain.
And the toil which breeds no
prosperous harvest will my
labour be.
Seeing that all my sows I toil
even during the rainy days
Will bring me loss when the
season is dry.
Therefore, I shall give my hands
a rest
And set my foot to the other
green fields.
Where it's sure that I shall reap
goodness without regrets.
- Writer
