Sonnet: Live Usefully

Oh, how they sprout fast, flourish- trees in wild! To generate tons of fruits, flow’rs and seeds; And how their leaves and twigs fail to get piled! Who knows what fauna uses them as feeds? But ’tis not so with trees useful to men; They grow less easily and by men’s sweats; A lot gets wasted despite any fen; The weary farmers live al life in debts. Such is the case with bad and good men too; The bad outnumber good ones manifold; Yet, that’s the way the world goes, what to do? But all must pass away, both young and old. How usefully we live is what matters! Sin should not turn soul’s fabric to tatters. 9-5-2002