By Ken Blue

You’ll meet many standing idle on life’s charted road.

Others struggle on with pain from the seeds they’ve sowed.

Some don’t seem care, all ambition and will are gone.

Somewhere, along the way, choices they made were wrong.

 

There is a Bank with life’s deposits, made just for you.

You may withdraw as you like; spend as you want to.

Invest wisely, on your way, as the interest will accrue.  

There will be accounting time, when the debts comes due.

 

Amusement’s the choice of some; life’s a complete waste.

It’s a game; thoughts of God have all been erased.

Pleasure hold’s captive, the simple and the fool.

Accounting is ahead, when you ignore life’s rule.

 

So, dear friend, are you trapped in this worlds sinful mold?

Are you spending your life, on thing you cannot hold?

Invest your time and talents for men, and the Lord.

At accounting time He’ll say, great is your reward.

 

Open up the ledger, and see just where you stand.

Stop blaming and excusing, start moving while you can.

The righteous Judge will see through, your feeble alibi.  

You’ll regret a life wasted, when it’s time to die.

 

Life’s a gift, but like the wind, it will swiftly fly

Everything we grasp down here will wither and die.

So, use the Bank wisely; invest to gain the more

A wasted life’s a tragedy; you can’t restore.