The Promise Within

The Promise Within

 

The promise within

If one but looked

At the name above

So surely not

Made for real

Since too long

 

But is that for the bad

Or is it for the good

That no tales I write

Here and now

When the nature of ours

Is for the paper green

And any tales here

Wouldst be of the free

 

So shall I wonder more

And perhaps return again

Or wonder not

And carry on

Like before

 

Oh such questions

That I can ask

If only I

Could answer

As easily

Like I query of

 

The promise within

If one but looked

Doth hold true

In other ways too

And there it is

Unfulfilled as well

 

Charles Petrie