They all will take advantage of you, then part when you go broke,
And the drunkards will happily come to bury you
And they will say, ‘we drank together’, ‘we drunk together’,
At that time, they will be having cheddar for drinks,
As they celebrate the legacy of a fallen hero.
It will be a wasted life,
And the drunkards must manifest it, during your interment.
***
‘At the peak of one’s happiness is where sadness comes in’
Were the peak of my late grandfather’s advice to the us in each occasion
He was one of the fellas who lived a good life cursing his bygone seasons
With the phrase ‘if I was to be a youth’
What would he have done, if the only thing he used to do was drinking and smoking?
What would he have done now, in this derisive world without friends?
What would he have done in this derisive world without relatives?
What would he have done now, when nobody is for anybody?
That he had failed to do during his time when the society was for everybody?
That made him buried in the pitheads?
***
We’re meant to realize that the timing of one’s lifetime has a perimeter,
And our aim should be to be sage in sentry, before time sweeps us all,
Realizing our youthful phase is our backbone,
And form a basis on how to select friends
Friends for hope,
Friends for morality,
Friends for success,
And not friends for overjoys.
Choose to stay alone, if your friends may influence you into overjoys of alcohol.
Enjoy your youth, correct
However by the time you are done with your course
You’ll realize that others have gone far-off
And now they will be enjoying their old age
As you are busy blaspheming your existence
Overjoys are codes of failure
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