This Chapter Is Called Happiness- a Guile

Poet: Em Em Mubarak Lawal Sequel: after Paciolo pen saint I rather call a spade a sword why does the finesse of a wine not linger on the tongue for long? why does tears have to flow when butterflies fill one’s belly, and also when one could not curb cobwebs of life from overcoming one’s happiest moments? Life I thought was meant to be fair one apple broke the camel’s back when man sold his eternal happiness for the sweetener enshrined inside the apple it is the puzzle of ages as I also rest on the shore of sigh at the top crest of Mountain Sinai just as Moses received the ten decrees maybe this puzzle will be solved now that all of these rests on the rock of faith.