{{ The Woes Of Men }}
"Have you ever understood the woes of men?"
Asked an intelligent crow to his very best friend
"Quite a few are shackled neath repressed guilt
They're defeated by the terrible stress they've built
Untold worries stagnate upon their minds
They walk about as if they were blind!
Why can't they be happy with life like us?
We fly around without too much fuss"
"Indeed, they do!" replied the black coated crow
"We humbly display gifts that God bestow
And what about their struggles to be the best?
They are too proud of material things they possess!
Like fancy cars and house-hold stuff
Don't they know when they've had enough?"
"Frankly speaking", my friend," I think it's just bad style!
This world we live in last for just a while!
Compared to us, men are so versatile
They have the capacity to laugh and smile
The though comes to me now and then
I wish we were created a litte more like men!"
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Praise the Lord!
HE heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds! Alleluia!
Psalm 147:3
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