Alexandrian Sonnet 8 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

One day, someone asked me, as if I am his God
'Brother' saith he 'brother when will I die? '
Perplexed I, tush, this question looks so odd
Oblivion of use of words, I obliviously said; hie, hie
Hasten young man, hark, not tomorrow or next but this very day,
Yesterday is forever gone and tomorrow may never be nigh,
No visible day will be called tomorrow, each day we see is called today.
Therefore weep, against thy every sin disdainfully cry and sigh;
Go then make peace with your dreadful enemies
Wait not for tomorrow which is never visible
Today, go thou, mend thine ways, and fulfill thine promises
Be detached from earthly vanities to which you're liable;
Then watch and pray, unexpectedly like a thief the Lord will be coming,
But if you lead a good life in the fear of God, you will die in the evening.