Each Man Poem by Naveed Akram

One document seals the deal that we learn,
Those who made money work in numbers
To alleviate the old battles and befriend each man
With news of the afterlife of our understanding.
Then one document belabors, and resides
Inside the medals worn by the adorers.
Let me see a right sunset, and the sunrise
Ensues faultlessly to persuade someone like me.
I have a heavenly status due to the bouncing
Of boats on the high seas, rolling with waves.
Since my documents are full, we can gain
From the numbers that we work with and without.