The Troubles to Be
The world to see
The sights to ponder
The tastes to revel
But yet, the troubles to be.
We go to explore and broaden our imagination
To understand and to think of what others do struggle.
We lose so little but in so much we gain.
The bills that squander but have no price tag;
Adventures, Vacations, troubled durations
But all for a value unseen.
We sob for the poor yet sit with the rich,
We grant sordid beggars dry bread
Yet swim in sweetbread.
We may not have a hint of Malice
But we go on misconstrued.
The sadness, pain and vile deprives
We try to assuage in the shadow of lives.
The worst so far is the imploring babes,
The suffering young ones, and demolishing knaves.
Where joy and light go so happily bright,
The struggles so far are covert to sight.
Never-the-less we must continue our flight.
We must let pleasantries augment our delight
We may look back at the crumpled sheaf of struggles
That we gathered up over the long gone years.
But today we learned that life is so precious,
To live and to hold and to presently cherish.
So on we go to see the world; to come to appreciate
And to unfurl our future and no chance to depreciate.
But now we know...the troubles to be.