The gaudy debauchery
Of this world
Fails to recapture my soul;
For, I’m at the threshold
Of a most alluring sanctuary
Where saints and sinners, both,
Have been known
To finally discover Home.
It’s too easy
To lose hope
In the murky path
Of darkness
And strife;
Yet, as long as
We care
For one another
And cross
The tricky divide,
Hand in hand;
Then, perchance,
We’d get through
The end line,
Somehow.