© Barbara Grace Lake

Be merry dears, give love and show
Your tears at grief, hold life with joy
Don’t fear to live its flow

Bravado years that youth bestows
With visions clear, upthrust and bold
Are but a mere decade or so

Be merry dears, too soon you’ll know
Constricting fears that slowly grow
By layered tiers of daunted hopes

And wasted years too quickly sown,
Regrets that shear a spirit flown,
Till downed, adheres to flightless prose.