Poetry by Michael Bechayda

There

May not seek thee

They might not need thee

Blinded with all the lies

Happiness holds if its given a chance

Wicked pleasures fools the heart

With no room to grow and learn

Just to have a soul to lose

Hidden the real truth from us to view

Evil seems like a likely option

Easy going, Easy knowing

Busy body Busy lying

But the light always shine at the day or night

And before this time will pass and last

Try to think about what to do next

Leave all the trust you have in not with mankind

But with our loving & forgiving GOD for our future holds to the end