The Sun came out today After a long long time Hiding his face.
“Hello, little friend” said he
”Won’t you come out and play
The earth is warm and green.”
I cannot, I have too much
Work to be done to live
A life today….
Besides, there’s always
Tomorrow and the
Day after that
I’ll come out and play then,
Maybe get out my old ball & bat
Or sail by the beach a little after noon.
“You, precious little man,
The heat death of
Existence may be eons
From now in time and distance,
A very long time
By any measure.
But your own
Date of expiration
Is not that far away.
Do not squander these
Golden hours
And emerald moments
For the sake of those
Who care little
If you live or die.
You choose to be
A cog or a
Living thing,
Let yourself be loved
And celebrate those
Who would spend their lives with you.”
