For The Low Spirits Poem by Alison Mujati

For the low spirits

Mop them off tears.
Guess not life in arrears.
You owe no one no explanation.
The world is a scenery of exploration.

It's no fault of yours to be this kind
Even the punch of love is p preached to be blind.
Pick up pieces tie laces,
Talk to nieces run races
Life is battalion rest with a medallion.
We do not talk millions but a trillion.


Today is dry and dull
Tomorrow is greener and hopeful.
Be a destiny seeker and never a trouble monger.

Time is here, always been
Who knows what sunbathe offers
Wait for tomorrow and speak another language.
Keep your head up and watch today succumb to darkness.