O poor man you so quickly give up
when diverse atmosphere
shrouds an otherwise happy
moment grasped onto as securely
as climbing a rope of cascading sand.
Life is nothing more than a
failed memory, joy faded,
peace penetrated, melody unresolved
in chords connected to hope in your
unsettled soul’s symphony.
Existential nightmare of
a vacant horizon accepting
your last step – the only hope
there must be something
in your self-convincing argument
I pity you yet i love you.
In your eyes I see the redness of
many tears and the preponderance
of failure to find purpose
in a world that demands it.
I can offer a hand
so to reassure you in your dread
in that moment when
argument does not convince,
that there is hope.
Alas, your arrogant rejection
opts for the weight of the world upon
shoulders of hope certainly lost.
Your cries of pain and loathing
fearing the next certain moment.
Know poor man –
the curious will seek
and the cynical shall retreat
but the finder always rests and
the outstretched hand of God
With peering eyes of peace
He shall surely inspire you
with an eternal perspective
begging you poor man
to never give up.
(c) 2015 rick stassi