Despair Not

Like waves assaulting beaches over time 

And wind which carves it's name among the rocks. 

While in our homes, reminded by the chime 

And neverending ticking of the clocks.  

We know Sisyphus had a task to do 

Much like the undertakings of our lives. 

Despair the same? Not if we carry through 

Until the end and see our soul survives.  

A boulder up a hill and back again 

Capricious in its nature, simply mean. 

To fret and strut for nothing and what then? 

Such views of Life are wrong and quite obscene.  

All seeing Eye above does calculate. 

Our lives have meaning which you can't debate.  

Frank Garnick