Just Another Rhyme

Like wind they come and go,
And who will ever know,
Things that could have been,
With chance to let it grow,

I feel so dead inside,
I want to run and hide,
But I hang on by a rope,
That string of holy hope,

What the heck am I to do?
I’m a person just like you,
I’m real and in the flesh,
Imperfect like the rest,

But what should I expect,
From anyone I’ve met,
They fail me all the time,
It’s just another rhyme.

R.S.  08/04