This Poem Poem by Moses Ocharo

This poem will tell you of life's birth
And of its death without mirth
It will tell you about men
And the ways of women.

This poem will tell you of friends
Of them of 'means-to-ends'
It will tell you of enemies
Of their sly soothing lies.

This poem will tell you of love
That makes us soar above
'Twill tell you of hurts
When everything away departs.

This poem will show you all beauty
But also uglinesses' viewty
It wilt make you at dreams-come-true glare
And blind thee with many a nightmare.

This poem will the good praise
And the worst's very corpses raise
Twilt fill and fulfill thy desires
And burn it to ash with its fires.

This poem wilt laugh you to tears
And so foil thee with melancholy that rears
And shall narrow you to heaven
And hell's gates so widen.

This poem wilt preach water
And drink that darkened tar
Take thee, as we promise, beyond this world
And trick thee as though a child.

This poem will tell you everything
This poem will tell you nothing.