With Painted Words

Hope With In The Mind

by Agnes Clarke

Jumbled and jangled as a scrapheap in disarray

Thoughts mixed like moonbeams touching puddles displayed

Heartache and sorrow that touches the soul

Hope is the saviour as the years take their toll

 

Innocent and young with the world at your feet

Each moment a pleasure as days end complete

Adventure no problem lets create something great

Friends full of laughter no spite and no hate

 

Now join the rat race where business competes

Learning to live and to others relate

Those signs of danger needing to know when to stop

Orders must be taken they come from the top

 

Character built with a clear mind that is true

Annoyed when expected that something nasty to do

Standing by principles that others ignore

So called friends made and lost while honesty deplored

 

Hindsight is telling as the mind tries to correct

That jumble of scrap that we must inspect

Jumbled and jangled each piece to sort free

Our conscience as guide with friend “Hope” endlessly