A coconut sells for thirty-three cents A garland of flowers for a dollar or so We live our lives in emoluments As on our shuffling way we go. We waste in thought our energies Calculating how much to spend Forgetting human synergies And oft we come to a sad end. Our children dance among the days In merriment or solitude Ever worse, for in a daze They inhale drugs in the interlude. Between the enticing night and morn The path to light and Truth they scorn.
Poems Undated (1727)
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