Meshack Bwoyele Keya

The Harvest

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Harvests entail only the ripe

None tries to harvest the immature

Patience need be put in pipe

It is embodied in nature

Then your sweat you will wipe

Best harvest one is sure

It be the farmer's work and type

Great granaries be secure.

Yet there be one reaper for sure

His harvest is the mature and unripe

 

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Be not a lover of the world

It passes like a cloud

Thoughts cheat and misguide

Forever none will live in the world

You cannot by age abide

They pass on the young and old

Be ready in this world so wild

Lest you be caught in a situation so odd

Yet there be one reaper for sure

His harvest is the mature and unripe

 



Death be a bad reaper

It does not age discriminate

Death is the worst ripper

Tearing down even the intestate

Be as ready as a chopper

To fly and land without being desperate

Though you have saved a copper

Ensure you die testate

Yet there be one reaper for sure

His harvest is the mature and unripe.

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