The Brain

The brain, it is what we wear

A crown that can’t afford disrepair

Responsible for trillion lives

Through each cell, vitality thrives

Ministered by the mind

Which is often unkind

Life follows the current

No one is its servant

The brain, without it we can’t collect

It is the mind which makes it select

Goods and people, wealth and sect

The ego laughs, thinking it’s perfect

When time is tendered to the mind

A lifetime of awareness may unwind

Life will wait, but not forever

In doubt, the brain offers shelter