THE DAYS OF MAN

 

A rumbling rock lives a crack behind When a potter molds a pot, for a reason As we grow, we shouldn't boast of anything To do then, let it harbor in the fear of the Lord All with one aim to succeed in life Forgetting what we are And revisiting old memories The cycle of fate-then, now and after- awaits all A falling rain with no signs last no Longer than it came Destiny lies in the hardworking of man Approved by God To remember eternity and harbor the fear Of the Lord is better to rule and regret The more determined you are, the closer You get to your goals When challenges When trails Take you for a ride Combat and let them defeat you not To succumb top poverty is a great shame First like a visit then to live permanently With a cohesion head To repel is the search for wealth As the yardstick of government is measured By the performance in the economy, so is man by wealth Happy is the head when it perches ion The desired goal What else can man do Rejoicing from the woes and hard works But then finds a companion To share with moments of joy A grown plant must bear fruits To tell a tale of the other To death a living soul must die To live is the call for right things To die, the dinning of fruits beard