Like days of my friend Noah
When we built the ark together
Never needing a sailor
Or Master to direct the ship
No, MASTER
Or better still a captain
Where humanity of our time would not just heed to
instructions
My close friend Ecclesiastes would tell you
There is time for everything
Of course there is
Especially to the kings heart
Which lies in the hands of the creator like a river?
And what about me the pauper
Sleeping and waking up with it
Means it not that I have to
slumber
I would only remember the words of my good friend
Who will dine with Queen of Beersheba
That surely a wise fellow would grow in seedtime
You know the end to that story
If to them who has the ears would not listen
Hmm, I guess those with none
Would maybe listen with cork ears
Yes, I know
For how long possible
If strive always, I may be met by time
To quicken things up
To give me rest
Until then or?
Poverty would steal me like a thief
Oh, not so nice
Is it?
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