By Thr Sweat Of Your Brow Poem by Kenny Bills

"By The Sweat Of Your Brow"

On a hot and sultry day,
I lay me down,
Beneath the shade,
In a pensive mood I pray,
O' God let a new life for me be made.

Then I dreamt I'm a newborn,
Crying & alone in emerald forest dark,
Buried in cool verdant ferns,
A motherless child; no one made a mark,
In solitary loneliness my mind interns.

I found ego's peace, life's serene,
The nature of man is simplicity,
Nature exists without wheels or machine,
Lord! "Without a sweating brow I can eat! "

My victory, My enemy Labor's defeated,
Lord, this victory's a hollow feat!
My sweating brow is now, is a troubled brow; My mind sweats small stuff, fear, worry & anxiety.