When on our couch we lie
In the stillness of the night,
The soul from its slumber arise
It expresses its deep surprise:
On our follies of the dream day
On sand dunes the castles of clay,
Crafty crow mean business joins
It is busy in amassing clay coins.
Dedicated life of luxury and lust
Grind own axe in charitable trust,
Worldly grandeur goes with gust
Starts journey of the dust to dust.
From there a genial current flows
The world says your poetry glows.