DERISION

Tears come when they decide you’ve tried enough

To make a way ahead despite the cost

And all around tell you that it’s too tough

Or more to the point you’ve just played and lost.

As if you could sow a field of delight

And harvest spaces to let others think;

Mere you, who comes from places bleak with blight

Where hearts are dead and spirits are extinct.

Yet there is hope always even in tears

That break across your wrinkled face in streams

And wash anxiety out of your fears

Sprinkling the greenest shoots amongst your dreams.

Derision never ever survived time.

How many did it kill before their climb?