SO, HOW DO YOU FAIR, MY FRIEND?
By; Lawrencee Reynolds
It is time to decide.
Tell me, how do you fair?
And how is your life? Is there anyone there?
Do you make an example for those all around?
Is your influence up or your influence down?
Do you fight with your might, or consult like a book?
If I visited now, tell me, how would you look?
So, how do you fair, my friend?
Do you live? Do you die?
Tell me, how do you fair?
And how is your home? Is there anyone there?
Do the walls cave in from the slightest of winds,
Or are they filth ridden from multiple sins?
Do the windows block out any ray of sunbeam?
If I visited now, tell me, how would it seem?
Oh, how do you fair my friend?
Make a choice, Life or Death!
Tell me how do you fair?
And how is your spirit? Is anyone there?
Do you make time for when there's no one around?
Is there time for your seat, or your knee to the ground?
Is there time to replenish, to ask, and to heal?
I am visiting now; tell me, how do you feel?
So, how do you fair my friend?
There's a boat leaving soon on the shore over there.
I'm talking to you, is there anyone there?
I cannot do it for you, this straightening up.
Your ticket is paid, but you have to show up.
And I can't waist my time on the ones that don't care.
So, I'm asking you now.
Tell me, how do you fair?
Oh, how do you fair my friend?