Sunday, January 31, 2016

Blessing and curse

There aren’t any disbelievers amongst us

All trust in a future, exquisite is the planning

To welcome it, in hushed silence, red carpets are rolled out

As the mind cranes out, for a glimpse of what is to come

Holding up the flag of hope, which can be a blessing or a curse

Offering a temporary respite for the forlorn, seeking a better life

Which may only be found in dreams, the future wished for

May never turn up, in its place, more of the same

The prosperous, always fearful of loss, probe the future

With the stick of hope, wishing they are wrong

Hope is real, a blessing for those who seek a better life

And a curse for others chained by fear of a loss