Dead Poets

It helps to know this mountain can be climbed!

Thank God for dead poets
and others who've gone
before me to scout out
the trail that I'm on.

Thank Heaven for past loves
and people who've lied
to me of their sorrows
and tears that they've cried.

Thank Heaven, I tell you!
And God on His throne!
for sans their assistance
I'd be quite alone.

    And I feel alone
    quite enough as things are...
    Alone as the night sky
    engulfing one star!

So when I am blinded
-reduced to a grope-
dead poets before me
are giving me hope!