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



Too many have come
         and gone--
  Too many sought and
         thought--
For you to have lost or                    
        won;

  Too many climb up
        their dreams in
           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 heart with
               trust
In brute, brute another's
            heart,
  In the end with no love
            but driven to
               dust;
For too many fail to give
              another
  Try, too eager 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.Oct.12.2022)