Sonnet- Set Right Your Soul’s State Early

Each man is sinful, right within his head; There is much sin that lurks around him too; With time, his conscience becomes also dead; What could his Angel-Guardian ever do? There is much punishment within each one; There is too punishment in world around; Unless each man, his vices can but shun, His sins will turn a mountain from a mound. And when all earthly time given has gone, Self-realisation comes in the end; How could remorse and penitence be born? Unless the grace of God comes as Godsend. 'Tis wise to not ignore one's soul till last; There may not be time to make up for past.