Life is the beauty of man's craftiness
and the evil of his lust.
Life is a pushy and witty waitress;
it serves all men by a must.
When sorrow rejoices in the hearts of mourners,
it is so apparent that life's loitering in the corners.
Life's like a girl that's so pretty,
yet seeming a senile spinster, it's so guilty.
Life is the sweet smile of a baby,
and the delicate beauty of a lady.
You need not frown when it smiles,
just embrace the fun and seductive styles.
Life is like water that nourishes a fish,
yet it boils like magma and makes it a dish.
It is so rich like the milk of a nursing mother,
and so sour like the numb face of murder.
Life is when a bird candidly journeys to the river
with a famished hunter to shoot a spider.
Life is a master, so deceitful,
and a sincere slave, so needful.
Life is the beauty of our craftiness,
and the cruel evil of our lust.
Life is an agile and witty waitress,
it serves all men by a must.
David O. Olusanya
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