We’ll spend much of our life
Believing we’ve support,
Even who be cause of strife
And others who purport,
Want offer pledge unyielding
Yet fail recognize distort,
Despite discernable unfeeling
Considers ‘tis of import,
With a pledge ne’er fulfillable
Bidden by beguiling sort,
For if be trust ill affordable
Best one accepts negate,
That faux devotees find hide
In a dark they generate,
Till they detect credulous side
Of dim trust to postulate,
Would ne’er need don disguise
As sad side of man’s make,
Be ample cover for shady side…
Alas what trust you had,
Bore soon be brushed aside
Save be for those at ease,
With deceitful vow devised
May for a time succeed,
As a perceived guile denies
The false of it bares rust,
For held karma take a stand
On sham assured commit,
Yet ‘tis far from wonderland
Pledge adamant be must,
Tho man ne’er understands
Yet deigns find a love lost,
In a pledge but second hand
While one must learn to trust!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a canapé 
Great poem on a very challenging topic , trust. You’ve tackled it well. Not easy to do with integrity. Wishing you and Marianne a happy weekend.
Thank you, my friend. I find your reflection most interesting, for indeed it was rather challenging. As well, to do so with the economy of words I favour, which this one did not quite achieve. To say the least, on one’s observation of man’s version and expression of trust, and love for that matter, it has taken me more years of life than I care to admit, to venture writing about. And, as a matter of fact, it wasn’t easy and did take a while to finally let the piece go in its present finished state. I appreciate you recognizing this, but not surprised coming from you my successful author friend. Thanks again Paulette. Jean-Jacques
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