Patience will bring windfall: A poem

Can we reckon there is hope in good 

That despite the pitfalls it is understood 

as we struggle with woes that we should 

bravely bear the torch and resist the crude 

Life is not about how much success we attain 

True success is in evil spurned and done in vain 

Our achievements should not be measured by material’s reign 

But how we master our burdens and cope with the pain 

There is a singular closure that comes with incorruptibility 

And a spiritual crevice that befalls incorrigibility 

To eclipse greed and crime, and to willingly sublimate 

to the call of propriety is with eternity one’s date 

For with every birth and rebirth a transitory judgement is called 

On how near we are to the divine or how far we fall 

It is the temporal that is weak, the noble soul stands tall 

Life may not be kind to the good, but with death comes the windfall