I Would Speak To You of Doubt
If you asked, I would speak to you of doubt
the contradictory foam of Guinness Stout
taking shape atop the savored quaff
denying all demands to “top it off”.
This flimsy reed that blows so sharp a tone
we’re drawn to it like hungry dog to bone
to gnaw upon its emptiness in vain
attempt to cure the world of all its pain.
Though doubt can sometimes be the speed bump truths
that we’ve been off the tracks in our pursuits
of glories that are deeper than our roots
and blossom in the glory of spring shoots.
For doubt, the hesitation of “false dawn”
does not decide if we be king or pawn.
John G. Lawless
©1/9/2022
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