You pass yourself off as virtuous.
But God knows your hearts.
All our little vanities are ridiculous.
And no one will study our charts.

The distressed poet sits in the corner.
Oblivious to what’s happening .
The dog eating his dinner .
The milk maid , her bill demanding .

I dreamt that I was missing out.
Something had come and gone .
That particular hope put to rout.
Something just become a bygone.

No one will ever read the clever poet.
He should have concentrated on his suet .

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Best to be present
Than ponder futures
It is all we have

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See Luke 16: 9-15