Hold not to the regret of yesterday
Rather in steadfast measure,
Cling to the promise of tomorrow.
For what futility of purpose does it serve,
To descend immobile, into the abyss of remorse
Yearning for what was lost or has not been,
More despair, in the company of bleakness.
Shake off the miserable melancholy and reverse
That energy into earnest utility, and towards
The unbridled optimism within the sphere of hope.
Yemil Benjoy ©
This rosebud like any other …
Foretells in understated measure
The wonder of the beauty still to
Blossom forth with grandeur, amid
The intricate bond of life and time.
But this rosebud, beyond the usual splendor
Ceaseth not in the promise of optimism, for it
Springs eternal, beckoning with an elevating
Message of hope, yet seeking to be recognized
And embraced for the enduring nature of the
Fullness of its potential and reassurance within.
YemilBenjoy Copyright October 2012