New Millennium God Poem by John Sensele

Youth is the time for sensational success;
Use it to make hay while the sun shines
Or you'll forever rue wasting the cute chance
To grow wild wealth by trading in Persian pines
Whether the sublime sun rises or sets,
The wealthy dines while the poor whines.

Youth energises people and works
Their innate imagination beyond the cream ceiling;
Youth bubbles with ideal innovations,
Temporary thoughts and improved initiatives that healing
Of the mobile mind and the brazen body courts
Without hurting the falsifier's feeling.

Youth, turn not your back on wealth
Creation for it is the loud linchpin
Of the new millennium which speaks
The loquacious languages that spin
To their side of the affluence divide
All those whose limited lives afresh can begin.