How Sad!

I know of course that I can write a poem now and then And yet how sad if such insight is not shared with all men. Women and children, seek the light, then seize that moment when Words come to you by day or night and you can find a pen. How sad if poems don't get shared and wisdom gets ignored. That's only when nobody cared. Time spent without reward. That's only when nobody dared. As if their hearts were flawed. We've got no reasons to be scared if we but serve the Lord. For He's the One who grants us rhymes and hymns and melodies That we might seek much better times to live our lives in peace. So confidence then comes and climbs to grant each soul release. How sad to see this world face crimes that poetry could cease… Denis Martindale. August 2020.