DAYS
FOR REJOICE AND WEEPING
The
nomads rejoice when they see newly land,
The
elder widow rejoice when it sees newly weds,
The
new born cries because of future sorrow,
The
peasant rejoice when he sees the rainy season,
The
married couple are sad, because her sterile womb can't
produce,
The
criminal is guilty of a crime it doesn't understand,
Low
in spirit is the heart breaker for he has lost his touch.
The
poor and the rich have embarked in a race, they both will greet in
the end.
The
days are long, the nights are short, life passes by and so does our
dreams.
There
are times, things we most hope on, comes and crushes the expectation
of what could have been but isn't.
I
look around to comprehend the seasons, each one brings a message,
even the wind tells about the future.
I
stared at the birds, to listen to their interpretations, they cry and
weep, rejoice and reflect of what brings the next day.
At
times what causes us to be or not to be, depends on how much thought one gives to the matter.
Give
a day to reason, give a day to understanding, give a
day
to patience, give a day to happiness, give a day to love, give a day
to peace, and a day to rest,
so
you may see the pain of labor, and the sorrow of ruins.
Sometimes
I'm viewed as cruel, tasteless, cold, mechanical, misplaced, but
inside of me, outflows of tears overcome me, because of what has
become of this world.
BY: Raphael
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