The Man Of Sorrows Poem by Michelangelo Onicha

Angels gleam heavenly above me,
sorrow streams narrowly around me,
no one knows what tomorrow holds,
your penny can't buy what your future can't hold,
hopelessness is in an endless flaw,
doubtfulness rises, trust and faith fall,

The beauty of the world can't stop its ending,
when the almighty one, trumpeting angels send,
the wicked ones cannot complete the race,
they shall go extinct without a trace,
for every kindness a man sow,
bountiful of sadness his heart has sold,

When my heart stiffs and my tongue seize,
when I lose hold of my lively grip,
when these roads I no longer walk,
even if my words seize, my soul won't stop,
may our footprints be on the sands of time,
and our deeds are remembered for all time.