Others Bolder than I

others bolder than I

have molded lava and learned to fly

upwards beyond sorrow

through exuberance into sky

yet others wiser than I

have probed the depths of every lie

plumbed reason itself

and why seasons die

these have sought to apply

wisdom gained to the tear filled cry

only to find hearts retreating

and minds which love deny

yes, oddly to find that souls gone dry

hope instead to forever die

rather than accept wonderous joy

they hold onto their daily sighs

others more sanguine than I

believing the sun’s worth another try

have sung of life but been disdained

by those others with blinded eyes