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When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."
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227. Teko+mababy says
Aphelele cencian mnyamana.lyk amasimba andiwatyi mna buzani konyumnt anywae iyafundeka yenza enjoyful kanjan it iz talented
Report this comment226. Y?Kul2k says
It's a gr8 poem,well-written n str8 2 da point.
Report this comment225. (x)(c)DEEP+KISSER(c)(x) says
Wow its an interesting poem
Report this comment224. ;)*Mr~nice~guy*;) says
Its a good and a touching poem
Report this comment223. "@WESOME+U'RE+NOT" says
Ya neh some of da pupils "ba ngola" dz poem it's so more gr8 wat a motivation y mara peoples ba ngola tje gud words i lik dz poem
Report this comment222. (x)YOUNG+HUSTLER(H) says
Oh i lyk dis peom
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