Genesis 3:19New Living Translation (NLT)

19 By the sweat of your brow
    will you have food to eat
until you return to the ground
    from which you were made.
For you were made from dust,
    and to dust you will return.”

Fungi.

 

The root of fungus ... has it one ... or is it climate prone?

Between the toes or on some tile ... it appears  to be well known.

It grows and irritates the eye ... or constant itches skin

Conditions call for scratching  as it spreads through thick and thin.

 

Through dirty socks ... infected clothes...it travels to and fro

Until it covers all with scale ... and refuses then to go.

It moves the best on parts that work ... in obscurity and sweat.

It does not show until the end of day ... when you crawl into your bed.

 

Is it a condition of neglect? ... Well! May be not at all.

Just a condition to reflect ... the futility of it all.

Where there is life ... or simple death ... fungus comes to call

Unnoticeable ... deceptive ... and always starting small.

 

You don't realize its presence ... until it is too late

When redness and cracking ... turns the skin into slate.

It peals one layer at a time ... not stopping that fast rate

Until you burn it to the root ... and that hurts and aggravates.

 

It does not give up without a fight ... it will fight back for days

Until it finally disappears ... to wait for another day.

It will be  back you wait and see ... it is waiting in your sweat

It is still here ... a little speck ... waiting until you’re wet.

 

Neglect a little  here and there ... as conditions change your style

And it will be right on top again ... to join your rank and file.

As fungus clings to your mind ... through an environment made by men

How do you burn it to the root ... without destroying friends?

 

Won't destruction then remove ... that part in you that's kind

As futility, help- and hopelessness ... uproots your very mind?

The bitter taste of the price you paid ... will engrave  in your  heart

Never to forget the useless sweat ... you gave to do your part.

 

For every man that works and sweats ... many enjoy a free ride.

They pay no price and have no clue ... that fungus is their plight.

After so so long they now  belong ... to progress lost in strife.

Where did we go wrong for so long? ... No excuses ... out of sight.

 

Is it too late ... to clean the slate? ... Yes!!!! ... It has to be.

Since fungus rules ... the sweat of fools ... as it multiplies with speed.

So the few that work ... and carry the lot ... the road is tough ahead.

Expect to have fungus all over you ... since you're the only ones that sweat.

 

 

Jan Wienen