Last half of winter

The body is cold
Waiting for winter to end
Everything is about waiting
Yet there is the need to prepare

A new calendar has come
Perhaps not so new
A man can learn throughout his life
The old calendar can be made new again

The eyes see the lasts tasks of winter
Knowing that soon it will be time to prepare for planting
It is so easy to fear tomorrow
Starving people, and destruction of food that cannot be sold

Today it is time to eat last years fruit
A tiny bit remains
The heart regrets that it is so little
Sometimes time seems wasted

What is life that it should be wasted on the living?
Is it the spending of wealth until it is exhausted?
Reading and study tells me that there is no shortage of wealth
Yet there is a shortage of wisdom

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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