He came back after the day’s toll,
sweating, tired, wanting nothing but the comfort of his home.
He saw the twinkle in his children’s eyes, as they rushed to him, to be by his side.
They talked and chirped, as they spoke of the day’s course,
referring in between to their dreams and much more.
He drifted into the whirlpool of troubled memories from near and far,
Was ending it the only way to get out of it all?
Their cherubic laughter spread across the room,
And as he looked at the innocent eyes, he realized they deserve much more.
Off he set sail on the ship of hope,
Re-energized with ideas, knowing there would be a way for sure.
Our time will come, he thought, when we will have contented lives.
For even if the present is uncertain,
The distant future does always shine bright.