A day disaster tis gently gently,
The pain disaster always bind with hunger in my agony,
I have not been jail like this,
I have not be seeing a pain like this,
I could not bring back my passion from a common thought,
From the same source, I have not taken my poor tint of gold bread,
My sorrow I could not tell,
With pain I could not dwell,
Which reminds me of things fall apart,
How would I be silly to fand for the key,
Leaving the poor tint of gold bread,
Only the indiscreet men do such -folly.

Man's timid heart is bursting with doubt woe,
Fear or foolishness might have impel him to concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.,
Mirth obscene diverts his anger--doubt and pity oft perplex,
He who faces death by torture for each life beneath his chest,
May not deal in pity--must not swerve for jest,
He cries for a day,
His mind deeds might have dance in a green bay,
The stars above blink and glim to his majesty,
With full hope of his sadness that God will rescue upon his dying light,
Though wise men at their age know dark is right and dark is night,
Gentle man near death who see with blinding sight,
Struggling as he tends to stretch for his food,

This matters of sorrow reminds me of my thoughts
paled with one big concept I knew.....
that's'
If you can think, and not make thought your aim,
If you can meet with pain bind with sorrow,
Just treat those two impostor just the same,
If you are in Pain with hunger,
And keep your food-chamber where all about you, are losing their and blaming it on you,
If you can wait, and not make tired by waiting,
Or of being lyed, don't give way to lying.
If you can bear the pain and hear the truth you've spoken,
Twisted by rogue to trap those fools,
Or watch them timid you as a broken rule,
If you can force the dark stick and bear your nerves and sinew,
To get access to it, and serve your turn long before they arrived,
And so hold on, when there is nothing in you,
Except the will which says in tune,
Hold on!.

___abdulkareem-turay.