“Wake up!” Why do you keep on sleeping?
Night is over, are you ill?
Do you not know, other people have
bought and sold
some have even found treasures…?
You have not even made your bed,
instead you spend your
life, sleeping, drinking playing—
Living at home with your parents, bellyaching—now
past
thirty, closer to forty…
And you have not grown because you
have not moved.
“Wake up!” Soon you will be retirement
age, and have not
even a bed: and your parents will be dead.
Do you not know God will make you
accountable for every
hour you’ve lived?
#3790 (3-28-2013) /Poems
one through six were inspired in part by revving, reviewing and reversing, insights by Kabir, whom was a Spiritual
Poet, with a Moslem and Hindu background
in traditions, lived in the 15th Century, and lived to be 118-years
old, so it is said.
For Paul, Fernando and Jessica
