19 February 2017

Good things seldom come from darkened lands

Or works of beauty from such cracked and withered hands

Or happy thoughts from dull and lonesome shores-

To those who find no whimsy in these words, hark!

Forget mayhaps, whatnots, and what has come before

 

Good can come from darkness, beauty from the aged and weak

Happiness is a stubborn thing, defying isolation and

Remember always this, that though despair makes winter bleak

A single light of love will warm the cockles of the heart once more