Pain of the weak lasts a week
The honey of the rich is believed to have no leak
It is drowny and chilly yet sobre
Soothe of power and pond of wonder

We speak of weekend as tho the week has a end
It is perhaps the pertinent to give the mind a pend
An end for a new tend

Situations are bondages
Conditions are cages
Circumstances is the jailer with the sledge
The instantial field edge

Circumstances are inevitability
Coz it itself is the lialibility
A momentary responsibility
The fountain of fragility

He with the strength shouldn't hold still
He with the axe shouldn't hold till
Circumstances are tough as steel
And roughed than we feel

Monsters hold no clusters
Clenches of flower blossoms is the elongation of hunger
Devastation of seasonal pollination

Curses don't come from life
Hold the sledge and breath life
If you hate live thus you hate to live
Hate of life is ignorance in thrive
You can't bother what you can't control
'cause at the toughness of pestry it gives you a roll
Even if peaceful or stressful it is goal
Be wise to make it a role

At the end Circumstances is no man's messenger


© Onyemaechi Okeke