A glimpse of reality one holds as
a breath of hope. While others tug
from a tattered rope.
Why is it at times we lose the very
Sight? Making life difficult to bear
or even seem bright.
Why is it for some that pain and sorrow
consume, while others happily go
about not a care? If you know please
Time is forever a story of tall tales.
Moving through the night with silent
Hope is often forgotten because many
think their lives are rotten. But in return
it is because they have begotten.
Open your eyes and bear in mind, for it
was just a short while ago of your find.
When you have come to the end of the
rope, focus on what matters the most and
you will see why you believed and reached
by Robert Michael Secor