Time to fade- like a sunset
to give way to moonlight
time for a rain to stop falling
to give way for the soil to dry
Say bye and bye for December
to welcome the jubilant new year
time to plant in February
Time to harvest in May
All new born baby- is like a society
the process of labor- how painful it may
a red star above the Christmas tree
to put in on all it best- sought to see!
don’t remorse in sudden lost of day
So you will not all depend in its ray
nor morn for a string beans to fall
when it made to produce a new haul
The sage Tolstoy said, we are fool,
underneath all, every great and small
Shall reside seven feet under the ground
A best stories told- a whispering sound
Zarathustra created by Nietzsche
“for man to live- God has to die,
for God to live- man has to die”
Then he found liberty in his insanity
When young Hegelian Marx was born
All oppressed and exploited has sought
for a last revolt- of unwavering proletariat,
He died in rocking chair- then live forever!
The Margin 