A heart may ache, a soul may weep,
In sadness, truths are ours to keep.
For pain, though sharp, can teach us well,
While folly wraps us in a spell.

The fool may laugh, oblivious, free,
Blind to the cost of what might be.
They chase the fleeting, dance with lies,
While wisdom slips beneath their eyes.

In sadness, clarity makes its mark,
Like stars that shine when nights are dark.
We feel the weight, but in the end,
It shapes us like a trusted friend.

The fool avoids the lessons deep,
And trades his soul for shallow sleep.
He mocks the tears, dismisses care,
But finds no solace waiting there.

So let the sadness linger near,
For through it, truths become sincere.
A wiser heart, though burdened full,
Knows it’s better to be sad than a fool.