Man must come to grief, fortnightly intervals of
Ache shall never cease. This world a bulky box which
Parcels items of tears and fears in multitude thereof
And a few parcels of love and joy we all wish.
Old tenant Moses lost his wife and his landlady's daughter
Was raped, whilst each man mourned his plight,
Mr President closed his fragile eyes and Jos’s manslaughter
NTA did broadcast, last week's Sunday night.
But in all man must be happy or gay
(Or join absent ones far from this plane of existence
As old Moses did when he dropped his pressure in May)
And pledge to God, and then enjoy his assistance
We treasure our lives for those lovely days
We see problems as part of life's ways