But Mark This Poem by Ananiya Alick Ponje

If at the beginning of all you were there
And at the end your presence still be felt,
Within this you would find for life all pleasure;
You would explore your world and have all joy;
Yet all is but nothing for a careful life.
But above all mark this: it may be abnormal
That which others consider normal.
Yes, again mark this: even if for
You everything came without force,
Nothing would be eager to stay forever
For as more be on your table, so the hunger
For more to be on your plate rages.
Then I’ve marked this: For all we are,
Nothing makes more meaning but all folly.