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This poetry is dedicated to every woman seeking for the fruits of the womb. You don't have to weep any more!

WEEP NO MORE

Indeed you are old

The passage of time has rolled over you

In your thought you are buried

Though you live

Your soul is gone

Your bowel lies beneath

And your conceit above the mortal

Money you do not ask

Cloth you do not need

Your needs far from man it lies

You look at thy mate

You hope in mortal for joy unfolding

But disappointment you ever received

You resigned into weeping

But weeping can’t give you joy.

You are old

Yes, you are old

You are lost in hope

Forgotten and mocked on earth

And tears tender no help

Mortal, your mockers are

For fortune flies like sparrow

Filling the vacuum of the faithful

Though today you weep

Tomorrow you weep no more.

Your bowels with joy shall full

Your tree shall bear its fruits

Like the stars in the sky

Your joy shall know no bounds

And your tears far forgotten.


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