What Life Had Taught Poem by Maveriqué Richard

All that shines, sure ain't gold;
Strength can always not suffice
Happiness does not live as spelt;
Riches can't always long life, birth.

Does liveliness lie in sweets?
When they char the roof of teeth,
Smooth roads are earthed with pits;
They can't always promise smooth ride.

Optimism is such a mystic ride;
Who makes mole casts luncheons meat,
She paints dungeons brightly blue;
And robs one of danger cues.

But Rain don't always come by June,
Neither diamonds in sparkling packs,
She might choose to miss a day,
And might wish to always stay.

For I must not always be I;
But should size shoes each by each,
Must not always trust the eyes;
Lest I grow ‘fatly' unwise.

Nature is natural,
But all ain't,
Mischiefs bed in worlds yonder;
Her breath are so heavily stealth,
Her smiles always don't mean Joy.

These I had drawn from the sage's mouth;
That I chew not all my sweat,
She had taught wisdom from ants;
Woe! , If I be not twice as wise.

So, I had learnt to learn to learn,
To birth once, but maybe die twice;
For there had been no room to sit,
But there always is at death.