Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

A Stranger

Skies of unrepentant gray
   Unrelenting day to day
Gloom ensconced in your brain
   Hope waxes not; it only wanes

When at the door, who appears?
   A stranger in whose eyes flash fear
Abruptly, senses so long dulled
   Spring to life, your courage culled

Turns out you help him; he is pursued
   By whom or what, not clear to you
Yet this much know, and mark it well --
   It's mankind's plight wakes death's knell

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M. L. Kiser January 15, 2020 at 6:38 AM OOh, very true though; sad but true. Gershon Wolf January 15, 2020 at 2:42 PM Yes, indeed. Quite sad; hopefully not true that often though... :) gw

Jean Bush January 13, 2020 at 8:59 PM Quietly passionate. I love tales of mankind's fate. Nicely done, sir. Gershon Wolf January 14, 2020 at 9:13 AM Thank you so much, Ma'am! Best wishes, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger January 13, 2020 at 5:35 PM Mankind’s plight belongs to all of us - this greatly appeals to me. Gershon Wolf January 13, 2020 at 7:53 PM Looks as if doesn't appeal to anyone else yet, though. Oh, well. Thanks for the support, Caren! :) gw