SONNET 272
By JH Sayyar
Hours of day and hours of night
Just the mystery of death and life,
Bread and butter the cause of fright,
Day night wit: both full of strife,
Our deeds are recorded in the book,
Since our birth actions: good or bad,
What we do we shall one day look,
Before God: we will be very sad!
For sinners: closed the golden gate,
Time to count deeds little or great,
To reward or punish we do wait,
Our verdict: God will settle late,
When all finish: my lines remain!
In books: travelling by time train
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