A fathomless pit of gold awaits
Those that age beyond their years
Drear, it cowers you with hefty weight
And upon a slight, all but disappears.
A cavernous pit of belly delights.
Those eyes that cannae satisfy
Portends both sloth and slovenliness
Whilst your grave is not so far, away.
The folly of youth will not avail
Nor stay the ticking hands of age
Where one day regret will friarly stand
And proudless memories you’ll wish away
How flimsy is their house of cards
Those who build them up with airs, and graces
No depth, nor happiness will they know
For their life is all a tell and show
The greater struggle of power, and authority,
Is to keep the small man forever in your sights.
To fulfil your remit, and limit your reach.
To worry about befalling the four cases, mentioned afore.
All men are equal says the sage
But those for whom jealousies bite
They will not see the light of day
even when tameness appears to be their game
Each of us, journeys must end
All alone, at that last
“Are you a mureed,
Where is your helper?”
“Did you stay true?”
“And true to who?”
We believe in Allah and His Messenger
His Speech the guide,
The other our teacher.
All glory due to Him, above all else,
All praise to Him, having no partner.
END.
Completed on a quick visit to my in-laws in Mombasa. Mombasa forever in my heart.
