Fortune comes and goes; love abides.
One does the little things that will endure,
Returning like a tide to what is sure:
The garden where one's innocence resides,
Yet yearning for a world more kind and pure.
Nor ought those longings lose their rich allure.
In riding towards one's dreams, one ever rides,
Never hoping to one's hopes secure,
Embracing well the work that love provides.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Kiss the Sky. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.