(Poem) Pass It On

PASS IT ON

 

We were all born and we all will die

Breath is slapped into us and out

A to Z this is upon all our heads

Do we prosper or do we starve

Was there light in our darkness

 

Born to slave for the rich man’s crumbs

All work, no life, no play yet we try

Our Children and theirs, do they no us

Choices we made killed our inner Soul

Life without being loved is not a life at all

 

Love in our old age is truly hard to fathom

Work till you drop is the true path of the poor

We rent a piece of G-d’s property, for a while

For we in deed own nothing in this life at all

Wisdom, knowledge, love is life so pass it on