Good Luck Poem by P.R. Prosper

Today brings difficulties that make your brow furrow
Headlines read a future seen by Edward R. Murrow
Words can be so harsh that positivity burrows
Deep down inside making each glance more thorough

You have to keep your happiness until your soul tires
If you lie to make laughs are you nothing but a liar?
Raise your self esteem because no one will do it for you
The wickedness you see around will try to bore through
The sunshine you hold and carry in a basket
Past the lonely days of teardrops and closed caskets

Sidetracked with seemingly constant dark forebodings
From cynicism and sarcasm and a little bit of loathing
True the world will always be a very cruel place
And will offer few reasons for a smile on your face
But smile you must with sincerest sentiments
Never compromise your merriment, meaning, and relevance
Don’t let another drag your worth down like sediments

Even in desperate situations where
It seems evil takes precedence
Over everything you thought was good as a child
The church worked with spies?
Now that’s just wild!

There’s nowhere to hide to avoid misery
But you shouldn’t keep your joy as a great mystery
Awake in history doomed to worry about worry
If life is but a dream then often it’s too blurry
And often forgettable
And in due time it will scurry