Labour To Love Poem by ENOCH JOHN

When hearts destitute
Turn to the rocks for refuge
And the pageantry dims;
Even the beauty of the peacock fades
Before the awesome wonder
Of perilous times visiting the earth....
For man's avarice, a sure payment.

When burn the fires of hope dimly
And ebbs the earnestness of love;
When evaporates the humanity of man
Like a mist on a hot day;
When seeks the bee its nectar from the fading rose.......
And the stars fall from the sky!
Oh my! Let's labour to love,
The day is almost done.