Un Triste Cuento Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

I think i know of a tale,
Yellow, red, blue or pale:
A man who have strived with penury,
Being to many as machinery.
Bad time lurked within his bowel,
That sickness was his towel.
In switch of bewitched time,
Good turn takes to the prime.
All bad range to him good,
As all life's regalia became his food.
Then came a day to celebrate his fortune,
To make merry, appraising the heaven,
The good turn that'd came to serve him,
Changed her cloak: a wolf in lamb that came to deceive.
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