WHEN THE PARTY ENDS
By F. B. Rasheed
When the music stops, the lights go off
And the party ends
That reflection in the mirror
Must remain the best of our friends
If that's not so
Then we will have hell to pay
For all other friends
Have gone their individual way
And they too are facing
Their own reflections as they assess
Whether their lives are shot
Or if they are a success
Have they (we) stayed true to ourselves
And honored G-d's gifts He's given
Or merely prostituted our souls
So that an inkling of praise or a pittance of gold would be given?
When the party ends
Life continues on you see
Gifts must not end with each party
But continue to eternity
By F. B. Rasheed
When the music stops, the lights go off
And the party ends
That reflection in the mirror
Must remain the best of our friends
If that's not so
Then we will have hell to pay
For all other friends
Have gone their individual way
And they too are facing
Their own reflections as they assess
Whether their lives are shot
Or if they are a success
Have they (we) stayed true to ourselves
And honored G-d's gifts He's given
Or merely prostituted our souls
So that an inkling of praise or a pittance of gold would be given?
When the party ends
Life continues on you see
Gifts must not end with each party
But continue to eternity