The Blessed

If they who have suffered are truly blessed,

Then mine is lifetime beyond all reproach.
The circus calliope mocks its refrain
Attempting in vain to cover the hoax born in
Happier times before you went away,
Before all the skies became brooding and gray,
Before life became such a trivial wisp
Of smoke knowing nothing of night and day.

Yes, it's true my lament has a sadness avoid
Of all gladness the sane world holds dearly in store.
But hope is my neighbor, my roommate, companion
And guide who searches behind every door.
And though I am skeptical, slow to
Accept my litmus example put to the test,
I can't play the martyr or run the risk
Of missing the chance to be truly blessed.

Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent