~ The Sick Soul ~

My mind is so healthy

But my soul is so sick

The goal to be wealthy

Has made my life too quick

In the blink of an eye

It could all be gone

Now, as much as I try

Still, at every dawn

I find myself facing

Another day

This world is chasing

Another way

What this is

I do not know

What this is

I can only hope

Will let my self and soul

Be at peace as one

I know Love is the goal

Let the deed be done

Let us work for the sake

Of our worldly duty

Not again will they take

Away worldly beauty

Money is

The gift and the curse

Things are bad

But they could be worse

Soon, all will have

A good life chance

Money is money

Snap out of the trance

Our souls are sick

Of stress over income

They’ve lost so much

It’s time that they win some

© D.A. Koroma

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