A SOJOURNER (To the lords of gold)
Where are the gods of diamonds_
Lords of silver and gold_
And the keepers of rubies.
Come to the entombment of the rich_
Where gold are used for casket_
And decorated of diamonds.
They are dead in their riches_
All treasures begotten at their care
Are the inheritance of those
That were at slumber while they toil.
Who is alive, the gods of treasure
To bid still the order of the day.
Or who was wise to sojourn
With his Silver and gold?
Come to the funeral of peasants_
Naked they come and thus they go.
Who shall feed them as they onward match
Or secure the days unknown by death?
Can you read meaning to my tales?
If we toil, toil toil_
We shall only but feed while living.
We are nothing but a sojourner_
Whose steps are directed by nature.
Vanity is vanity_
But in Vainglory we are happy.
If we fight, fight fight_
To hit the crest where riches abound_
They shall cease to live_
When our eyelids close in death.
Beware of the evil in wealth_
For We are only but a sojourner_
Who shall leave our aboard_
To where our souls are called.
I stand at bay watching_
Learning the language of my ink_
Learning how to handle my pen ✒
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