Drenched in sadness, consumed by pain
Misery grips, like a never-ending chain
Every breath, a struggle to take
A heart so heavy, ready to break
Being miserly, a way of life
For a God's pleasure, a constant strife
Clutching onto every coin and dime
Depriving oneself of any joy or prime
Counting every penny, with a tight fist
But happiness and contentment, always missed
Amassing wealth, but at what cost
For in this greed, one's soul is lost
A God's pleasure, it seems to be
To see us suffer, in misery
But is it truly, part of the plan
To keep us suffering, as long as we can
Oh, how we plead, for some relief
But in this life, there's only grief
For misery, has made its home
In our hearts, it'll forever roam
No amount of riches, can bring us peace
As long as misery, continues to increase
For in its clutches, we are bound
A God's pleasure, is what we have found
But let us not, surrender to fate
For misery, can never truly dominate
Let us break free, from its hold
And seek happiness, before we grow old
For life is too short, to live in despair
Let us break free, and breathe in fresh air
And in our hearts, may love reside
For that is where, true happiness resides.


Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
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