How Fools Live
Any son that is a fool,
Never follows any rule;
A heartache to his father,
Bitter grief to his mother.
Of his life he will not share,
Ill will towards the one that bare;
Blaming those who gave him birth,
For a life having no worth.
Foolish eyes will look around,
Within his world sight and sound;
Never looking to the Lord,
For His Word will be ignored,
Even fools thought to be wise,
That is a cover for lies,
He really does enjoy life;
When filled with toils and strife
The fool sounds like he is wise,
But it is all a disguise;
Although as a know it all,
All his lies will make him fall.
Righteous people he does hate,
And guiltless ones he will fight;
Since Satan is on his side,
And to whom he will abide.
His inner thoughts not revealed,
Because he keeps his lips sealed;
Has trouble with a reply,
Easily upset when asked why.
He does not see tomorrow,
Only wants to spread sorrow;
A desire to destroy,
As the father has no joy.
But the fool when in the end,
Will have a message to send;
Regarding his desire,
When in the lake of fire.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer
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