GIVE ME YOUR ELIXIR

a POEM

GIVE ME YOUR ELIXIR

 

I don’t remember when I saw you first..

I don’t remember who introduced you to me first

I don’t remember when you bite me first

 

I never counted your legs

Your legs are always busy

I never followed your ways

Your ways are always a mystery

 

You are small

But too sharp is the pain you inflict

You are humble

But too deep is your lesson to explicit

 

Rest never, Quit never

You say in your life’s lesson

I test, I experiment, I refer

Ant, you are too tough to be common!!!

 

My dear stoically busy ant

I have killed a lot of your kind

Knowingly and unknowingly..

Still, I cant kill the sloth in me

 

Killing of your kinds..

Never kills your message of greatness..

 Work is worship..

Idle mind is the only mind in sin..

 

This truth pricks my conscience

When I fall prey to laziness

Just like your quick sharp injections

Those pricks leave enduring rashes

 

My dear stoic busy ant

Where do you come from

Where do you go to..

Whence your sun wake up

Whence your sun sets?

 

Tell me thy secret

That keeps you agile and vigil

Give me the elixir you take,

That keeps you young and active

 

 

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

Ohh very good I love it. Something dear to my heart. Not necessarily laziness of body (although that's not good either) but laziness of mind. We all fall victim to it at one time or another. Letting the monotony of our day to day lives cloud our mind from true life. Thanks for the reminder to open our mind again.

[Nautili]

seems to me you have drank from the vial already, the biting ant bit you and you see the value in hard work. Don't feel guilty about being lazy at times! Even the ant must rest to recharge, so it can go back into the fray and gather.

[Coyote Poetry]

I need the elixir too. To be able to stay young and strong would be something a lot of us would need. I like this poem. Some people are like robots. Can work 24/7 and never tire. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote