A man's life becomes miserable...
And his goals unachievable...
Irrespective of his gender...
When he has no agenda...

Just as the prodigal son...
He toils wearily under the sun...
Hoping for a better tomorrow...
But got deeper into sorrow...

He got his misery aggravated..
And soars deeply into debt...
His poverty got appreciated...
And he found his way into theft...

His soul is pierced to stupor...
Greatly in need of a saviour...
To build around him a golden armor...
That will outshine his errors and terror...

How can his soul be saved?...
How can the reality of his goals be made?...
Get him up now from his slumber...
And show him the need for an agenda...