Scratching for food
As the dark battle of death
Long as the evening shadow
Approaches
Ears are open
While lips are pursed
Miscarried wealth and happiness
Lie in obliteration and despair
The same fate awaits us
Under the sun
Branding each of our skins
Righteous or unrighteous
Poor or rich
We are cursed
Without a covenant
Following rash promises
And restless dreams
To no avail...
(All people spend their lives scratching for food
but they never seem to have enough-Ecclesiastes 6:7)
no it seems never enough, there is always something new we need or the next achievement..and we toil and toil to what end...
ReplyDeleteSo very well expressed!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lorely!