Talents

Days come and nights go

Yet some seeds they never sow.

During harvest, in earnest, they wait

With hope in their hearts and guilt very plain.

To see the tree; the seeds they have not sowed

They hang their heads and back they go.

They watch with plain eyes the seeds they have,

But fine, they forget their rocking chair.

They talk and talk of the trees from the seeds,

But for all they do, they forget to act.

To their end they reach, seeds still in their hands,

Lifetime has passed and still they cry in pain:

Such is life, such is life;

Oh! still, they blame.