THE GIANT PEN ANTHOLOGY 182
I have learnt many a lesson
From the passages of life.
The smile it hovers at dawn
Differs from eventide smirk.
What nature shall I call this life_
A dark teeth in a furious smile.
A spiral staircase,
An examination hall.
A subsidiary book,
A restless sea of privation
Full of pains and depression,
Bound to drench anyone who set in it
©PACIOLO PEN SAINT®
Life! oh life!
Piece of paper on which men are scribbled.
Some a beautiful portrait,
Others representation of a bad ink.
Life! Oh life!
Which way, the good or bad?
Hawking through the street,
the street of this life.
Sorrow running through my veins.
I feel only pains
Yet no gains
Why laugh at my calamity
Caused by your causality?
O! THIS LIFE!!!
They called you with different names
But all claim it merged as one
Without accurate meaning of what really stands
Call it a school or class why all thy teachings are rough
But still no expert ever produce by you
Why is it so difficult to ask for happiness in thou?
Black strings and white strings
Played with flexible hands.
Gold or wood adornment useless
Judged by dancers passing by,
Songs played by deaf unblinded fellows.
Handicapped hands are in majority.
Dampening the soil of time,
Melting the days as wax,
Is the light I see dawning,
At the end it’s blue, downing,
Oh the songs of joy of the morning!
That makes life a mysterious happening.
©GOD’S PECULIAR BLESSING®
Life will unfold like a dream
Life will gather to break again
Life will curse the blessed poor
A respecter of no innocence is life
Life is an advocate of tears and smiles
Life comes and goes without a notice
Tearing experiences become my meal,
Given me the water of sorrow,
Song of poverty becomes my daily anthem,
But I have a lasting hope in me,
A never dying spirit of success,
Though my tunnel might be dark, there is light in the end.
This life is a black man
It won’t just be fair to the average man
hawking minimal goods just to earn a living
This life is a burning spear burning on cold coals
Just like karma, it bitches day in, day out.
Life is like a game
Whot, ludo, chess,
Make take step, you either win or lose
Painful pleasure takes measures
Study the movement and prevent the circle
From turninoniown and losing the game
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