By Ken Blue
It was dark that evening; he was tired and weary,
So he took a shortcut through the old cemetery.
A freshly dug grave was open that day;
And unseen by him, lie in his pathway.
He stumbled and tumbled, falling head over heal;
The darkness was thick; was the kind you can feel.
Unbeknownst to him, another man was there,
And in that darkness, the same fate did share.
The first traveler observed, aware of his plight;
Would wait in the corner until mornings first light.
The second traveler leaped, and down he would skid.
“Can’t get out, can you?” said a voice; ah, but he did!
So if you feel trapped in your hopeless plight,
Remember the man, in his darkest night.
An anonymous voice may motivate you;
You’ll be surprised what you’re able to do.