THE STING OF IDLENESS

Looking out through the window called life
Saw a set of great people that were immovable
Stung by what seem pleasurable
But yet webbed in it.

Early to bed but yet the last to rise
with reservoir of excuse never ending
Always seeing impossibilities in various
Shapes and sizes
Which they have accurately built.

Unable to stop wishing their lives and good
Opportunities away
Immaculate give me fellows but never giving
Fantasying of wealth they have amassed in their slumber
oh, well beautified devil's workshop.


In the passage of time,the creator came to take
But like the fig tree, found no fruit therein
Buried six feet below with great treasure and wealth
Containing too much than the grave could carry,
they all withered away

I asked why, Oh why
And the reply was the THE STING OF IDLENESS.


Composed by UDUAK TONY,
2nd prize winner
cedars of passion poem competition
MAY 2011.