Very Praiseworthy

Very praised and happy, a futility occurred
To the man with eyes of gold, golden eyes.
They saw like crystals and diamonds,
In the very snow, in the snows, and in the winter.
My occupation was of his predicaments,
Lenient and straightforward was the forfeit
Of his youth, a sad command of himself.
Then the happiness became a golden blunder,
A solution to the wars if apparent,
And a weapon in itself.
Never can praise be of heavenly worship
Compared to living and dying,
That is the prize of existence.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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