Life's short, shinning Ember
Dearest, why do you wander, void of aim? Your soul, a guest within your mortal frame, Each fleeting minute, precious to reclaim, Needs careful tending, lest it fall to shame. Your youth, health, your riches, all do stay But briefly, 'fore old age and sickness claim, For time, relentless, steals your hours away, Like grains of sand, beyond your grasp, the same. Avoid the fool who knows not life's true worth, And seek the light of wisdom’s sacred fire, For purpose guides you from your day of birth, And leads you 'fore you meet your fate most dire. Then cherish well each hour ere death does call, And wisely use your gifts, lest you should fall.