THE BLEEDING PEN

Life is not a bed of roses
Still we live, openly rejecting its predisposes
Be agile at work my friend
Work transcend men into greatness

They said iron sharpen iron
I gazed into the oblivion, as i was gripped by frighten
The painting look blurry
like a sky pregnant with a cloudy baby

Arise and shine for thy youth is strong
Mighty in the sight, working all nightlong
Fall not to her treachery
For she might be the end of your century

Strong at will, focus in thinking
The pathway to success involves risking
Picking up bruises along the way
Turning your experience into an array of wealth

Be passionate even at death
Death is not pain, its a relief from stress
Be diligent in difficulty
You become better and known for dexterity

I love the big fig tree
Its root far deep in the sea
And shades the mighty creation of the ocean
From the scorching notion

I want to be like her
Always smiling even when overshadowed by sur
I drop my bleeding pen now
i hope i wowed you.