"Too many fall from
       great and good
  For you to doubt the
        likelihood."
  -(fro) Robert Frost's
    (poem) "Provide,
    Provide." (1938).

Too many have
      come  and gone--
  Too many sought
      and thought--
For you to have lost
     or won;
  Too many want to
     get to their dreams
         in steps light,
If only too fast they
    are washed ashore--
  Or left out to
    be 'acquinted with
       the night,'
With no second
    chance, beaten to
       the core;
  And too many have
     put their love with
        trust
In brute, brute
    another's heart,
  In the end with no
    love but driven to
       dust;
Why, too many fail to
    give another
  Try, impatient to
    treat with hate
The very lover with
    whom they
       felt together,
  Hence with no heart,
      and for nothing in
         hope to wait.
  
                  -by
       Hakim H. Kassim
      (d. June 06, 2023)