How many breath you take,
Before your fate you make,
And is ready to be shared,
Among the ones for whom you cared,
How many breath you breathe?
Some meaning into life to tease,
To share it with the world,
Your wisdom you unfurled,
How many breath you count,
Yourself in the world have found,
No more creations you can do,
But watch the world, on yours now chew,
That be your paradise my friend,
To see yourself what you did mend,
The seeds you sown, now see them grow,
From up above, watch down below,
That be your hell my friend,
If evil you did mend,
See your creations wither way,
Only emptiness display,
If you are still breathing now,
Hurry fast, stand at the bow,
Look forward, take the helm,
Till death your last breath overwhelm,
©21/03/2009
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Hurry fast, stand at the bow,
And do something good, today.
We need more leaders like you, and I hope I can do my little part, until the day I stop breathin.
What we sowed is what we will reap, but many will be the innocent victims of what other careless people have sowed.
Georg