Sonnet- There Ain't Much Time

The skin just clads the flesh and bones of frame;
Be it black or brown, pink, yellow or white;
For that matter, your God, don't ever blame;
All human Beings are one in His Sight.

Some have a nature sweet that few possess;
Some have a beauty rare of mind and heart;
Let not the problems of the world obsess;
Lets do our duty to God 'fore we part.

There is no time to fret and fume on earth;
There is no time to waste on self, others;
There is no time for many things since birth;
There is no time to blame the next, brothers.
The world takes care of itself if need be;
Lets listen to our conscience truly.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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