Reaping: A Poem

Folks, you reap what you sow,

Oh. Why don’t people know?

Minding others affairs,

Will cause unhappy snares.

Can’t answer your own call,

Nor able to stand tall.

The focus is askew,

Missing out on the new.

Yet, much could be achieved.

If we quickly, take heed.

Keep your mind on your own,

Tally the seeds you’ve sown.

Then, you won’t come up wrong.

You can sing a sweet song!

Lynn M.

September 16, 2015