In the darkness of nighttime black
We reflect as we react:
To the lives which we must lead
Desperate dreams demanding plead
That to thyself, always be true
Denials strong, but truth is too
So, To my friend who fears they lack
Worry not of times to come-
with diamond hearts, of spades, club's Jack-
Yes, awful can be some.
Yet Wonderful it is to know
despite a life of glass,
  the best times of our lives, indeed,
  Still have yet to pass.