#WritcoPoemPrompt23
At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright
life dons colours light and bright
we must accept it as alright come
what may it's a gift divine destined
are things we can't set them as our
own right good things we welcome
then who'll bear the bad history has
it many a good fell to bad tormented
they were be they Christ o re Socrates
but never they flinched and took pain
with ease we are joyous in abundance
and glee in despair there are duals for
you joy and...