There're lessons to be learnt
Some lessons are to teach us
Both lessons must inform
And they both must reform
Some days I hide in the belly of the earth
To enjoy the dampness and the thrill of possible death
Days I'd walk through pitch darkness
Some souls die never to see daybreak, well who cares
What is the essence of life
Is the quantity or the quality of the years lived
Why struggle for ninety painful years
Is hard work rewarding really or rather it is smart work that does
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
27 March 2023
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