HOPES HELD HIGH

Shall I compare life to a dark tunnel?

Life though might be longer, even more dark.

Though some do have lights in that dark tunnel,

Others stumble along without a spark.

Deadened eyes, clueless hearts and feet like lead,

Old and young stooped beneath the weight of pain!

Bleak future, thirsty past and now no bread,

Some had it all at first, then lost all gain.

But as a tunnel with light at its end,

So is life, with the future a beacon.

Smiling, we move towards what we intend,

With Hope for better times as our weapon.

We'll trudge on till the end, we'll see the light;

For our hopes held high shall bring us delight!

A PEN for TWO