Behold the child, crying and wailing
Whilst everyone around is a-laughing,
Announcing its ultimate arrival
In a way little more trivial
To the wilderness men call life
In which everyone doth strife
Growing up wasn’t easy but busy
Remembering that life is full of adversity
Cos, there are deep rivers called obstruction,
And towering mountains named distractions
All these, need to be overcome
By the lad whom the child has now become.
The lad needs to be strong and bold,
Never found waiting to be told,
That Rome wasn’t built in a day
So man has to come this way
Difficulties come rushing as a flood,
Like a ravaging disease in his blood,
And like a race called hurdles
Problems roll forth in bundles.
Can an Ethiopian change his skin?
Or the lad be without kith and kin?
Nay, but where are those called relations
They’ve disappeared in utmost frustration.
Hard work is a cure to all these
For it bring forth everlasting peace.
Just as sowing, watering leads to reaping.
So does indolence leads to begging and stealing
For those who are lazy
Who thinks all things cometh easy
So, determination precedes success
Whilst ordinary imagination breeds nonsense.
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