Cry not pretty child
There is no greater slavery
Than self rejection and pity
If the world had repainted
The landscape unfavorably
Do not yield, life is more
To this, the living soul
Perseveres, in knowing
Of the short time of life
Nothing on this earth,
Your golden tears worth
When all falls off the way
Kneel, meditate and pray
Think not painful thoughts
Do not take your precious soul
For earthly vanity
Be happy always,
The breath in you
Which many have not
Life is an unfair umpire
She denies men their desire
But then the breath in you
Surpasses all goldmine
It’s worth more than oilfields
And riches ever seen on earth
So, brother do not despair
For the breath in you
Is the greatest wealth you have!
Oiroegbu Halls
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This poem is beautiful
Breathtaking…
Amazing.. i can relate to this poem a lot 😦
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Thankx a lot
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