Farewell To Things Unachieved

My sister, daughter of my mother
Your journey was too fast
And we know you to be generally calm
For when you have set the pots on fire,
You did not wait to eat the meal
For I see your banker in the banking hall
Yet your account is empty
Your engineer I see still on the site
But your house is yet to be built
I trust you not to eat dirt or worms
Eat only such meals as befit kings and queens
Your sparkling raiment we know will remain
So rest, rest well in the home he gave you
For here ,we labour to be where you are

Bose