"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)