This world is a scary place
Filled with people
Who don’t see your face,
And I have to wonder
How it is that you ask
Us to stay and ponder
What’s behind those masks?
When we grow weary,
Tired and sore,
Feeling certain
There is no more,
Again you prompt,
Telling us to give,
Reminding of our purpose,
Commanding that we live.

Copyright 2017.  L.L. Shelton.