Yearning For Earnings
Yearning for earnings
An annum for my God may be hundred years of His day
My plans included His will, to guide all the steps of my way
But neither “Yet” nor “already been” was granted; I cry
Still my earnings determine my yearnings as life pass me by
Like waters on the ocean floor, should my fiscal standing allow
the boat of my passion thirst float - anyway; Somehow…
But Deo Volente seems distant and far. Like only I dream.
Deep down, puddled up oceans can scream for a brand new regime
Abroad with my little boat on dry ground prevail
Like never before any traveler could fail
Still eager to learn from the God that I fear
Maybe one day in hundred for more than a year.
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