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MIRAGE

Life is such stuff as dreams are made of.
Living the Oliver Twist is never enough
And will forever play the gluttony
Even in the midst of it tempest or harmony
It will always tower above the cloud-capped towers,
Under the severe winter blessings that showers
Where humans fail to notice the signpost instructions
Never ever to take Mister Mirage serious
Else he terminates your hope & dabbles your perception,
Cos sometimes you don't find in the eye life's construction,
Like men full of valour that smooth the air
As if their imaginary faithful house wives were there
Because they are red-hot and drown in tonic's...
Not feeling any ambivalence towards life's treacherous tricks
And stride on life's weakened paths in folly
But I beseech you, tread holy and softly
So that the weak-eyed mole may not hear a footing
Like men on the sand with printless foot mutely competing
For nature's reward or divine dependable blessings
Irrespective of their lame hands and settled sins.
On the construction of the hands heaven looks down
But only on earthly Spirited dust drop a blessed crown.
Let us not burden our weary remembrance on and on
With a heaviness and forsaken habits that should be gone
But know in time, that pitfall is just a stepping stone
Into a world where great men hold their own.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
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