IRONIES OF LIFE-BY NANA KOFI HAMMA

WHAT ARE WE TO BECOME THAT IS THE QUESTION WHICH LINGERS IN THE MIND ;
ARE WE BORN TO SUFFER THE STRINGS AND ARROWS OF AN EVERLASTING FORTUNE OR TO SHOOT TO SURVIVE AGAINST A TREMENDOUS WAVE OF TROUBLES?

TO DIE, TO SLEEP NO MORE…
AND BY SLEEP WE SAY WE END THE HEART-ACHE AND MILLION SHOCKS THAT THE BODY IS PRONE TO;

TO DIE,TO SLEEP PERCHANCE TO DREAM
PERHAPS THAT`S AN IRONY,FOR IN THAT SLEEP OF DEATH
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME.

AS I WONDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD THAT FLOATS IN THE SKY
WHEN WE HAVE LEFT THIS MORTAL COIL ARE WE TO GAIN PEACE
FOR WHO WOULD BEAR THE WHIPS AND SCORNS OF TIME,
THE HATING WORDS, THE TRAGEDIES OF DESPISED LOVE,INJUSTICE,THE INSOLENCE OF OFFICES

THEY STRETCH IN AN NEVER ENDING LINE
CONTINUES AS THE STARTS THAT SHINE AND SPARKLES IN THE DARKEST DAY…
ARE WE TO BECOME OR NOT TO BE….
THINKING OUT LOUD…

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