Frialty
men have frailty in them,
but its wisdom that tucks it in.
if its shows you are weak,
but its if hidden you are strong.
ask table manner he will tell you
of the hunger man
ask money & he will describe to you,
the appetite of men's pocket
beckon on humility, he will
pen down to you about pride is foe.
talk to the bottle & he did tell you
a tale of whisky & me
the element of strength in anger is
weakness.
the element of weakness in anger
is strength.
frailty speaks of
wisdom being preferred than strength.
this is me;
every heart puffs out anger,
those who buckle it are wise,
but if otherwise it’s simply just frailty.
when stirred-up, it poses as the aches,
that men go through.
when confronted it grinds its host,
exploding into frustrations.
exhibiting imperfections,
cold- cold- heart, blood-eye,
beautified-pride called principle .
the art in men,
is that act which tells of person
and frailty, is the major cast ,
seen at the background of the play.
so! when you see frailty in a man,
don't paint him colourless
know that you got yours,
it’s just tucked in
frailty
Copyright © Gideon Idudje | Year Posted 2020
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