A
drifter through life
A
rebel at heart
A
beggar through time
Alone
from the start.
All
thoughts are on self
Roulette
is the game
The
dice is the gamble
No
thought and no shame.
The
goal? instant pleasure
The
moment is here
Postponing
of payment
A
heart without fear.
The
will is the master
Unyielding
and proud
Refusing
to listen
Unbroken
and loud
Enslaving
the soul
The
darkness: its cell!
Demanding
a toll
Hard
heart-ed as hell.
The
spirit unbending
Refusing
to hear
The
call to surrender
No
conscience or fear.
The
morning is coming
When
judgment demands
The
payment for waiting
Eternally
damned!
--B.
Pent
2 comments:
Very sobering...but a wonderful poem, Papa. I hope you'll be ready to help me with some poetry by April...I can't wait!!!
That is a very sobering poem, but very true.
I love you so much, Papa.
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