The Elegy In a Man's Throat
Where take I this little fortune
Upon the measures of my obligations
To fight my self problematic battle
and cater for and feed my little nation
Though the sun wakes to find me alive
but only to add more to my daily cries
Silently do I endure this pains
that leaves sorrow upon my heart a stain
How hard on this ocean that I may float
with the elegy in a mans throat
O death , O life
so sweet so bitter
O children , O wife
upon my heavy shoulders
Where take I this little wealth of mine
That I shall provide for my daughters and sons
for everyday I wake with jars devoid of wine
as the morning accost me with the ugly sun
Long have I lived to wake with tears
with poverty and little fares
It's bitterness to wake with such shame
that made each day seems the same
Where beneath this heaven can I cope
With the elegy in a mans throat
O death , O life
so sweet so bitter
O children , O wife
upon my heavy shoulders
Copyright © King Adams | Year Posted 2018
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