Art Work Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The art work on your life
It fits the store
Of honey built over a
Year by humble bees
In thousands gathering
Industrious crowd
That without humming loud
Silent in their industry
The sweet produce usher
In.

So
Must your tongue be
So
Must your thoughts be
Poet Seer
Hear these words hear
And practice in your day
From dawn to night
A suffering to glory
All along the way.

The art work on your life
It fits the store
Of honey built over a
Year by humble bees
In thousands gathering
Industrious crowd
That without humming loud
Silent in their industry
The sweet produce usher
In.