Man Moves On His Broken Heart Poem by David N. Munene

Situations that bring into being the foreseen
Can only be credited for their being seen
When man has chosen another way to begin
His journey is either a step or a fly
Man must not from his fate or karma away shy
Has to face the very hardest times of any day
Sometimes he'll not even remember to appreciate the ray
If the hard way is the only way,
Man clears the rough terrain and moves without delay

Attachment is a problem that man with deals
Hanging the jacket as you head home on heels,
You have to let the man in you let go and lose touch
With the norm and routine to even detach
Bearing the very spelling of a quitter like an ugly patch
Out of the gates to the unknown, man must match
The world out of your cocoon could be promising
So promising that your past you won't be reminiscing
Never refuting the very fact that you could be into Hell stepping
Or finally crack the password to heavenly locks after bruising

Oh happy days! Oh happy days! Happy, happy days indeed
Those awaiting this man who's in dire need
How far from happy days man may not know
Just hoping he gets closer by day; albeit slow
The happy days that will once make man's face glow
And when they come, winds and tempests won't blow
For they will have adhered to Christ's very law
Endurance and painful perseverance for some time
Will introduce base in his acid life like lime
But happy days will hopefully be; before this man's prime