POEM

THE FALL

Made to enjoy life of pleasures,
We chose suffering instead.
Created to walk in the cloud,
We opted to wallow in the mud.
The fall, great was it -
The climb, hard it's become.

The king's children beg for bread,
The princes and princesses enslaved. Birthed into a life of freedom,
But living the life of slavery.
The fall, swift was it -
The climb, impossible it seems.

The poor with wisdom,
The wicked with riches.
Wisdom is profitable to direct
The wicked's wealth, at his beck and call. Oh wise man with wealth of wisdom,
Put the wicked in his place.

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Life's ladder, so hard the climb,
With one step missed, swift the fall.
Easy does it, one step at a time;
Firm the grip, fixed and focused
Because once you trip,
Great will be the fall.

Life with its uncertainties,
Dreams with its imaginations.
Life with its ups and downs,
Yet, the way up is down.
And when you climb your way up,
Let not pride bring you down.

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