poem april 18th 2013a
when in the fullness of time
the time comes round again to now
time to do something
time to do one’s job
not like the slothful man
the man so lazy he cannot bring his hand to his mouth
to feed himself
but what is one’s job?
what is the central question one has to answer, in all of one’s life?
finding other people
finding friends to help you in your task
is a mirror once again bringing you to the now
a book can be a friend
and when the student is ready, the teacher appears
what is it you are learning in this life?
what are the lessons you need to learn?
what is your job?
what is the question you need to ask yourself, when everyone else has gone away, leaving you alone again?