The Place I Go

THE PLACE I GO. In my solace I find a place of happiness, That I might have but some respite, From the struggles of Life. The eternal weighing burden of them, Can dishearten any mans Soul, All he can think of is the misery of his toil. His mind becomes so weighed with the cost of his life, That he can loose sight of any joy. The yoke that he must carry, is one that we all must bear, For we each have our fare of it, to share. For poverty is all about me, and sorrow doth abound, Yet where in, will their escape be found. For Me, I find a small peace of sanity in the back of my mind, A place where that nothingness cannot find. There I retreat, to my thoughts, Searching for, that, wich will give me release, To rest, to be at peace. Clement Hardy.