SONS OF ISSACHAR

23. SONS OF ISSACHAR

 

Now of men I know three kind 

And not a fourth did ever find

The first you'll spot in any queue  

Those who plainly have no clue 

Signs of times they never read

 'Live today' their only creed

Plough they on in daily grift  

Only ever downward drift 

 

Which brings me to the second sort 

And these at least have taken thought 

Have a ken for current times 

 For our plight can sound the chimes 

Yet so oft they take a dismal view

Refuse to see a clear way through 

 Prone to mope and full of gloom 

 Merely prophets of our doom 

 

For this life we need the third 

By these alone our hearts are stirred 

Those who know and see a way

Can lead us to a better day 

Will be to men a guiding star 

Just like those sons of Issachar

 But sad to say there are so few

Who know what Israel ought to do. 


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