With joy the soul gladen
When it’s not laden;
Hence, why men embark on a sojourn –
Some without, others within,
So as to find what makes the soul cheer
For there’s only so much a man can bear,
Alas some find it and with joy, leap,
While some grow weary and weep;
Many wish to drop their yokes,
Indeed if they will, even their cloaks
Just to enjoy the pleasures here-
And many times, forget there;
For while many merry hither
It will end when we go thither;
So in your quest to drop your burden
Don’t kill your soul in exchange for living
Yea, make merry and be glad
But choose to live and be good over bad.

© Chukwudi Isaac

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