The world has nothing to offer
those who have the time to ponder,
muse over its shade of wonder
that lures most humans to wander
till they slip, tumble over yonder,
and face God’s eternal anger.
He’s laid the world fairly bare,
that the wise may be aware
that world’s glory fleets away
like morning dew in sun’s ray,
that nothing should make them sway
from following the strait way.
Soon God will suddenly freeze
the time he gave us on lease;
then will glamor slip with ease
as heat melts a bar of cheese,
fading all we hug with glees,
life of ease and worthless fees.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi