God’s Copious Cup


Ah! If I behave I could save
Myself a myriad headaches
To reach rich records relatives have
Achieved with neither stomachaches nor toothaches

As I traverse reverses to reach a hundred years
Full of vitality, full of ability, full of agility
God bestows on me without tears
Poured due to morbid motility and fragility

In some lives where incumbents
Bend and tend towards complacency
Driven by beliefs in events
With neither suffiency nor decency

Until realization rings
Bells to tell me and you to wake up
Seize moments without torment strings
And God’s grace and generosity flow fluently from his copious cup.

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