Wise Sayings Of A 'Foolish Man' Poem by Ayandare Mayowa

The mortal man’s quest,
The thirsting of his soul,
Wanting to strengthen his hold,
On that which makes him whole.
Ask, you will receive,
Seek, you shall find,
But, receiving not always a testimony,
To give is to be blessed.

The pursuit of his life,
The ambitions of his soul,
The threshing of his floor,
Hustle for the gold,
Even in heartless cold.
Sound of abundance of rain,
All strive to put their pail,
Same rain for some will bring pain,
Their expression grim and pale.

The fears of his life,
The disquiet of his soul,
In life, all must sail,
And this is not a tall tale,
To sail, all must learn,
Expecting the good and the bad.
Absurd they call my words,
Absurd I label the world,
For even amidst man’s most noble works,
Bad luck happens to all.

At least once, a man must fall,
But twice, he must rise,
Seven times, a righteous man fall,
Fourteen times, he must rise,
Because for each shame,
Double honour he gets,
And the man who never fall,
Was never standing or up.
All the world is not nice,
Be not enticed so,
Merry, feed and grow fast,
Friendly to all, but make friends slow,
Be sober, fast and pray,
Over your body giving your spirit reign.
All the world is a stage,
Almighty directs the play,
He determines when the curtain falls,
Only we mortals change the script,
Act as we please;
Relabel, we call this place home.
Your life is not your own,
Regardless of what you were told,
At the cost of a lamb’s blood, you were bought,
Live and let live, the slogan of the wise.
Who is foolish, who is wise?
Who always does the right things?
When mortal perception is thin.
The wise do foolish things,
The foolish sometimes act wise.
Everybody has his place,
Evangelist, prophet, accountant or carpenter
Comparing themselves with themselves,
In so doing, they are not wise.
In this world,
Few things are black and white,
Most are smeared in shades of grey,
But what you sow, you must reap,
In a day, weak, month or a year that is leap,
Doesn’t matter how long,
Take a clue from cash crops,
Good or bad you choose, continue,
It’s only a matter of time.
Again, your life is not your own,
Service to God and humanity is why you live,
Of and for worship is why you exist.
Once as He spoken,
Twice have I heard,
Power belongs to God,
He rules in the affairs of men.