Lose Not Hope
Drift,
Twirl,
Shift,
Whirl.
When times seem to have changed
And friends sadly estranged;
When you are on your own, alone
And into despair’s deep ditch thrown…
Oh! When all you can hear
Close, consistent and clear
Are heavy beats of dismal drums
Accompanied by slow sad strums…
Oh! When all you can see
Is the lost and sere lea
And you desire to shut your eyes
To dodge a sight of the dark skies…
During that somber season
When being has no reason,
When you are of all hope bereft
And inferred it’s high time you left…
If you will hold on, my friend,
It shall pass. It shall end.
And you shall in no time discover:
Seasons do not endure forever.
None knows what morrow brings
Either happy or sad strings.
Lose not hope, for some music sweet
It might be, that will your ears greet.
Drift, twirl, drift, twirl and twirl,
Shift, swirl, shift, swirl, and whirl;
Such is the true motion of life
Such is life’s ever-changing fife.
Thank you for reading.
