Termites Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Termites at the wood a’nibbling
Through the doors and the floor,
Glad I built my house of brick,
Even though it is next door.

All the houses in this woodland,
Built of wood, built of straw,
But at least mine’s safe from termites,
Little insects I abhor.

What have I to be scared of?
What can damage my home of stone?
Only G-D’s given elements,
Which can surely make me moan.

Nothing is safe in this world,
As long as we remember our frailty,
And have Faith in HIM daily,
HE will survive until Eternity.

Let us remember ever onwards,
Our lives are like houses of wood,
Which can be destroyed by termites,
Unless we to all do good.

© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 18 December 2005