Some days sow sorrow
They warn us to tread with caution
On grounds where a furrow
Threatens to thrash our mission.
Some days sing silly songs
They lighten the mood we feel
When in time we rectify the wrongs
We committed by inflating our bliss bill.
Some days seek to serve
They catalyse comfort and commitment
Which is no longer the preserve
Limited to hedonists who consume a compliment.
Some days suggest simplicity
They tweak all traces of burdensome baggage
Which hampers humility
Implied in a post palaver passage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
John, such a brilliant write👍👍👍