Dismay?
Posted on April 10th, 2002 in Poem | No Comments »
no matter, how humble the effort may be
fingers are bound to rise
no matter, how good the work may be done
quetions are bound to rise
this is the way, this is the treatment
discouragement
would find some wayt to reach you
now and then
(now and then)
no matter, how well you tackle all problems
discontented they would be
no wonder, how quick you dispel all doubts
suspicious they would be
this is the way, this is the treatment
discouragement
would find some way to reach you
now and then
(dont doubt it)
if your doubt goes on,
you trust not what i say
you need to get up
and put up a bright face
brave this world enough
at the end of this all
you’d be wise enough
lone, sad, all dismay
pay heed to me
get rid of them
your things, your way
just as you want them to be
no point of hope
no point of return
no point of success
they claim, let them
you go on and on till
you succeed
why should you be then
all dismay
