Hey sad souls,
what are we to do?
When we're all so down and blue!
In our beautiful minds,
(Because,that's what they are, you HP people)
join your hands, together as one,
with similar kinds,
of people.
Men and women,
need each other,
sister and brother.

Feed each others spirits,
to take you beyond all limits.
This isn't a poem,
with the American dream,
this is for hearts and minds,
that need inspiration,
at times of desperation.
We all need to feel good,
gratification of our existence,
with a constant persistence.
Encouraging one another,
telling life that ,'That I love her'
She holds me captive,
her spirit bounds me,
In her arms, I'm held in awe.
surrendering  unconditionally,
Like a puppy holding up its paw.

For life,
throws tribulations,
catastrophic,
philosophic,
cataclysmic,
rhythmic,
euphoric.
And with each moment,
we should pray for another,
this gift of life,
to make us content,
a limited time we are lent,
cannot regain what has been spent.

Look up into this abundant sky
and smile that you are here.
When many cannot,
and many have not.