a Sunday poem

There is no special angel
who'll protect you from your fears
There is no shining armoured knight
to lift you up the stairs
There is no millionaire around
to stop you being poor
There is no orange lifeboat
that will take you back to shore
There is no brightly shining star
to guide you on your way
There is no magic button
that will help restart your day
There is no big protective wall
behind which you can hide
There's only what you have in hand
and what you have inside

RC 11-1-25