gkpoetry

Sometimes I feel there’s nothing left to do
But die; depressing a thought as this may be
But true, until a youngster gives a clue
That they need help, more or less urgently.
This help often displays the dollar sign,
Nonetheless, at times, some talk may suffice
Against a problem new to them, a grind
To brave and overcome, first try, not twice.
So, I search within my depressing blues
To find a ray of light they can infuse,
Grudgingly finding within this further quest
A light for me in need of my behest.