To Carry On

The ways of life can make one feel like throwing in the pen

And never bear the weight of it, love-hate of it again

Time’s Unknown doles out changes from a strange and mystic bar

Its disappointments hurt us no matter how old we are

The plain predictability of morning, noon and night

Runs like a swarthy stream from, through and to time’s other side

Joy laughs its little laugh and sorrow sheds its dreaded tear

While plying toil and moil with memories that we hold dear

Above us sky, beneath us sod and all around, God’s love

And though we often forget Him He never forgets us

Thus it behooves us to persist in our allotted care

Though oft we would throw in the towel-trowel-pen we bear

Dawn brushes yonder skylines and unveils earth’s sundry hues

And no matter how old we are, we owe new day its dues

The glad sounds of the morning reignite hope’s clarion

That God esteemed us worthy still to carry, carry on

© Janet Martin

 Let us not become weary in doing good, 

for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

Gal.6:9