WHO

WHo would draw a curtain
bAck
To find a little liGHt for mE
For hands might grope quite
blinDly
With only wiLd eyes left to
see, aNd

Who might maRk a pathwaY
through
The helpleSS that is lefT
Through the thick black mUD
that moulders
That suckS doWn every step

And whO might sing a hopeful
song
To ease all days sO endless
lOng
A beacon through the endless
wronG and
CHaos called....a life

M P 22/2/21