Grief Will Come. Good Will Come [a&b] Poem by Enoch Cole

GRIEF WILL COME. GOOD WILL COME
[A]
It's just obvious,
Grief will visit and good also will greet us.
I've got an extreme certainty about that,
I can't conclude for thee, maybe you're Thomas, crowned with thongs of doubt.

I've lost my lover, my mother, my father, my sibling, close relative, dearest friend or an essential racket.
Or my sweet something, oh! that thing I cherish so dearly.
One or multiple of these may be the culprit of my grief.
I know it really pains, I've lost joy to a thief,
Grief it is.
Grief paid me an arrival, but i refused to entertain it.
Courtesy of that he laid on me his anger, wickedness and craft.
Grief is a partner to flight,
Flight of death and separation,
They united and launched at me,
Now my soul is in a wretched motion.
Grief you see, grief you're happy.

But in all this occurrence,
I've discerned a code: where there is pessimism there is hope.
Grief which I loathe is all mine,
Good which I love will take time.
Good which I caress, will in a griffey land,
And dissolve, and insecticate grief,
And take it rightful occupance in my life, hope is a belief,
Once you burden all your faith on it,
It will make you feel and realize that it is real.
I know, I believe,
Grief will come, yea good will assassinate it eventually.

[B]
I'm optimistic and cocksure my life will taste bliss.
When good eventually shows, grief will pay it bills,
Bills it owes, me for habitating my soul without my good feel.
The dues is the easy access without scramble it will make for goodness into my existence,
The good stands as those good visitors that will console and bring me rose feel.
Those magnetic things that will happen, and sweet my soul.
Those elements will make me dismiss the thoughts of those nullifying encounters of mine.
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