Woe! Poem by Shilton Wilfred

Woe!
To perfection
Or
The face that carries beauty
Or The tongue that speaks the truth
Non of this matters

Woe! !
To the heart that beareth love
Or the song that interprets the pains
For the fate of the world rest not there.

Woe! ! !
To riches
Or the heart that harbors pride
Or life, for men fears not
Or death. Woe! !

Woe! ! ! !
To the poet for making no exact sense
Or the reader for the meaning is hidden.