LaSoaphia QuXazs

Rookie - 2 Points (1934 / Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA)

The Sun Comes Up Early In The Morning. - Poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs

Time, what is time in this vast Universe?
Here we spend our moments, make it happiness or a curse.
Everything is up to our attitude,
We have the choice to be kind to everyone or to be rude.

Just remember, what you give out returns ten times to you,
It is better to be easy going, kind to all and be true.
Never be proud, nasty, blamer or use people as a servant,
Eventually they will rebel & destroy you, they are not ignorant.

The rich & poor are tied together, have servants who cook their food,
Or clean their home, taking care according to their mood.
If the rich is nasty, deals with them as with a dog,
Beware, they are people too, you'll be treated as a hog.

Your food will be a mystery, don't know what will be in it,
Revenge is what you get, there will be no limit.
So, be careful you rich if you want to be served,
Be good to your people, the poor, they are your part, not just any herd.


Comments about The Sun Comes Up Early In The Morning. by LaSoaphia QuXazs

  • Freshman - 732 Points Shahzia Batool (3/30/2014 2:56:00 PM)

    what is Time? yes, everyone will give an answer according to his/her own angle and experience...
    what you give out returns ten times to you, it reminded me of Coleridge...we receive but what we give...
    If the rich is nasty, deals with them as with a dog,
    Beware, they are people too, you'll be treated as a hog...right dear...we keep on hearing such news...
    a good realistic write up! (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,468 Points Sekharan Pookkat (2/26/2014 11:27:00 AM)

    Not take food more than you want
    eat less and live more (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 32,519 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/14/2014 7:00:00 PM)

    Be good to your people, Very fine, we are all part and parcel of one single Truth. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 14, 2014



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