Persevere

Persevere
By John A. Wilson



My tears are as cold as the thick black ice
That weighs down the limbs of the trees.
My existence as pointless as the bright yellow stripes
On the tails of the worker bees.

But even though I suffer great pain
I know that I must go on.
If I can just hold on for one more day
Soon the pain will be all gone.

Nothing in life remains the same
On that you can depend.
The fragile pine tree snaps in the wind
But the mighty oak will bend.

Just ride out this storm I tell myself
It will all be over soon.
Then the clouds will pass, the sky will clear,
And I'll gaze at the stars and moon.