WELL SPENT LIFE

Well spent life is an everlasting wound,
That suffered no dirt or moral decay
But bleeds afresh when dare hits in a ray
And lies on this planet as life propound.


Therefore, let my dirty moment be pound
In a red hot mortal to stop and pay
For months and years that i have led astray,
So that ethical value can be found.


Alas, being, who refuse to dance to this tone,
May he sing the song of failed warrior,
For there is no more oil in a dry bone
Of which makes him a life terminator.

Thee who breath, let him hear and pay the debt,
For i have write to pay and show respect.