Man is the seeker of sorrow.
Willingly or not he is,
For he does often borrow
Tears to erase his ease.
Though he likes not he does
Remain in immemorial grief.
Though he longs not he does
Think things go wrong what if!
It seems sorrow, for men, is default
And happiness comes in like a guest
And it leaves soon or may halt
For a moment or two, quenches not quest.
The seeker of sorrow when this read
May now argue or nod his head.
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