In my attempt
To reach beyond,
A stride the length
Of friendships bond,
Want but to take
Unwavering step,
To thus find place
Allegiance kept,
Composed of men
Who lost and wept,
Yet create space
They mean abide,
Blind now and then
To critical misguide,
For steps that echo
A language of regard!
Poetry on a canapé 
Blind now and then. Powerful. And too many walk around this way. Pity for those who do see, for the sight is not all that pleasant.
Thank you Paulette. I know what you’re saying my friend, but in spite of it I tend to remain a hopeless optimist on mankind’s possibilities thru future generations. They who may finally refuse to continue to be brainwashed thru present day manipulations by power and its inherent greed, destroying everything in its path, including this planet at their present rate, to feed and achieve their insatiable demands. Jean-Jacques
Well said. Can’t disagree with this. Once again pointing out the dichotomy of life that where there is despair there is also hope.
Absolutely, and therefore as despair is a rapidly expanding commodity world wide, may the gods be generous with much required hope! Jean-Jacques