FIRE OF IREA Poem by JENYJust a poemFIRE OF IRE Anger is the only gall That can kill you, dear pal It will plunder your health It will eat your glory in stealth When it comes, observe closely Hold on to your reserves firmly Never fight it with your might Nor crush its strings that are tight Ask your gifted rational ken. Why there is anger in men In the answer there will be a weapon To conquer the anger, the stoic demon!!! Whatever maybe the object of your anger Your anger will give it nothing but suffer It may plunge deep into pain.. But your hope to change it is vain Nobody’s anger can change anything. Anger is a weird sort of thing If you try to change anything by ire You will burn yourself in ire’s fire © 2010 JENYReviews
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