I will go to the glare
To that which make men, men
I know, through pains and sorrow
In this secular existence
Where nothing comes so easy
I must know to bear all pains
Sorrow to sown in reaping happiness
I know also at the end, friends will come
Through the effort and pain, I will enjoy
For me also to reach the peak
Where all great men are found
In mind and self denial
I must sow, eat and sheep
Where at times I will be a sleep
To be elephant in searching heart
Seasons and times to be my friends
To guide and counsel my slippering heart
Till heaven glorious hands lift me up
Where all happiness will be celebrated
In true public admiration established
This I know, so heaven mercy I always crave.
By Allanso Jonathan Allanso
Aka: The Mirror Poet
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