Literature
The Wait
Joy is a light thus destined to fade,
And back in the mud we must wade...
Dust will coat the games we played
Unless as valued relics they are displayed.
It is not certain that hour will abruptly intrude,
So why offer the rainbow a somber mood?
Let your clawing fears come unglued,
Dip your brush in a yellowy attitude!
Come out in ironed tuxedo or dress of flowers,
In fiery pink pajamas cheering for lady powers!
For those who see you and merely glower,
Hope they are nearing a brighter hour!
It is not a given that the hanging clouds of war
Will go anywhere but above us forevermore...
Nor is it guaranteed that tomorrow's door
Could only be concealing another downpour.
