Copyright © Owned and Written by Richard Chijioke Chukwunagorom
But first you’ve got to start a fall.
Knowing where and whence it boils,
And how much you can make in toils.
The joy of life is found in simple things,
Ordinarily come the birth of ample kings.
Many are called, but few are picked,
So many positioned, but few, peaked.
The joy of life is hidden in dense mystery,
The joy of life is bidden in tense misery.
After pain comes the joy of a birth delivery,
Hard sponging, the joy of a bath relivery.
The present only portends much to the ever,
Knowing that no condition is placed forever.
Singing low to high is Handel’s beauty of a classic piece,
Rising slow to height will make you feel at genuine peace.
Hardship is the key to the door of constructive realization,
Many lost in extravagant oblivion, soon face such consideration.
The joy of life doesn’t dwell in great things,
But things that present itself without blings.
Could be in the littlest thing you say or do,
Or when you finally concede to say I do.
Joy is final happiness for your soul great creation,
Transcending infinitum to your sole grave recreation.
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Owned and Written by
Richard Chijioke Chukwunagorom