Blessed Is That Man

Blessed Is That Man short poem

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Blessed is that man
Or that man is Wise.
Who doesn’t take advice.
Who doesn’t give advice.

Blessed is that man
Or that man is Wise
Who doesn’t live to repine.
Who doesn’t judge, criticise.

Blessed is that man
Or that man is Wise
Who doesn’t live to impress.
Who control anger, avarice.

Blessed is that man
Or that man is wise
Who keep Faith and tries.
For he will awake, arise.

Blessed is that man
Or that man is wise
Who can live his dreams
And with zero regrets, dies.

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