We Are All Confused Poem by Isaac Yaw Osei

A woman is the reason. She's life, sweet bitches
And life goes on … with, within or ‘thout like
Two migrating birds, male and female, who
Have been caught and forced to live in separate
Cages. But life is good when it is lived And life is
Such, that complex about, a little complicated.
The greatest life is anything and everything in due
Season that put smiles and hopes on faces. For
Happiness, thank God for another chance in another D! ! !
Should one's life be taken away? By virtue of choices and
Decisions we uphold? Can one be all by themselves to say,
‘I never need anybody else? ' still, there are two tragedies
In life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain
It. The crucial paradox is that ‘nothing besides remain! '
So, what then? Why should I be crucified, killed or hailed at?
I should think we lie CONFUSED and we stand ACCUSED! ! !
Oh know! Will it take you so long, so long till you fin'lly see?
See, perhaps when you go round the Christmas tree and growth
And thoughts leave you nothing except what you could not D! ! !
We seek for knowledge, get it (may be somehow) and become weird
‘cos too much of knowledge is wearisome to the brain. For in much
Wisdom is much grief, And he who increases knowledge
Increases sorrow. We lose our HEALTH to store WEALTH
And lose our WEALTH to restore our HEALTH afterwards …
Besides, we LIVE as if we are never going to DIE and we DIE
As if we never LIVED … this is our world, we are confused,
We all are! ! !