Be Alive

The age of Sleep has come and gone

     Into the Far Away;

There is no time to sit and Dream

     Twixt dawn and close of day;

Each one must be a Busy Bee

     In all the human line;

To get the Plum upon the tree

     You’ve got to be Alive.

Dead ones are Dead, aye, more than Dead,

     In days so Wide Awake;

The Sage beside the Lone Highway

     Is laughed at as a Fake.

The Dreamer now is but a Drone

     And driven from the Hive;

If you would not be left Alone

     You’ve got to be Alive.

Wake up! The Call comes swift and clear

     From Factory and Mart;

The Early Bird has taught you well

     To get an early Start.

Dream if you will, Dream if you must,

     But if you fain would Thrive,

You’ve got to Hammer at the Forge,

     You’ve got to be Alive.

Aug. 16, ‘09

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