Marcus - Find Yourself |
Wednesday, October 26, 1927 |
All men have troubles of their own, And burdens great to bear each day, So keep your tales of woe, and frown At all the ills that come your way: You need not harbor sorry pain, And make the world a living hell; For there is naught in this to gain; The wisdom of the age will tell. The other fellow does not care A bit, what ails and worries you; In life he has to pay his fare In living right as you should do: He bears his burdens like a man, And smiles with every wind; There is a reason why he can Thus master right his soul and mind. To conscience go in quiet mood. And find yourself each morn anew; Feed thou upon the psychic food That makes the gods in mortal hue: This is the way that men are great- All those who smile with Nature's laws- So then, why brood and curse your fate? Brace up and strike against your flaws! |
RastafarI |
Haile Selassie I |