Sir Toby Moses
Life Woe Foe - Poem by Sir Toby Moses
Mock no man of his woe,
Everyman has his intimate foe
Read these lines, solemn and low:
For a spirit is been bereaved now
We have a fiend, you quite know
Life- will cause you rejoice-ho!
As little child should fain-O!
Whom pater call for food to show
But will forbid him to eat so,
This is tragedy of never-merry soul;
I wonder as you wonder how.....
Why all earth enjoy snow,
You alone sees sun glow:
See our hands have hole
That we do lost few or whole;
Life, Woe, foe we were bound to?
If any punishes you with blow,
Take no offence, Let him go! .
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