How art thou friend?

brandon-nagley Poems

What art thou doing today friend? Art thou living in pleasure's; Or materials. What art thou doing today friend? Art thou wearing a mask; Putting on a good smile, screaming inside. What doth thou doeth in thine spare time? Doth thou hurt other's; Taketh to never giveth, getting rich off poor and blind? What doth thou feeleth dear friend? Doth thou not realize, wordly pleasure's only last a second; Until thine end. What doth thou heareth O man? The music to loud on thine speaker's; Blocking out God whilst thou canst? What art thou drinking oh brother? Alcohol to dilute thee; A well from God floweth much better. Wherein is thine wife O mate? O thou art not at thine abode; Cheating again, with a hot date. Wherein doth thou investeth thine time? Material's that dissapear, putting loot into stock's and shares; Loosing thine wordly mind? Wherein art thy children? Left all by their self, thy wife not getting help; Whilst thou hath put them on the dusty shelf. Doth thou even knoweth where thou art going? When thine heart's pulse stoppeth; There's a heaven and hell, beast's in cell's, where thy skin fryeth. Doth thou taketh thing's for granted? Living today as if there's another; Forgot thy sister and brother's, as art purpose here is love. Didst thou knoweth? Thine sin's canst be forgiven, with the last day's to thee given; Wilt thou except the creator's grace? Or turneth away? ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry