Esperanza Poem by Michael Walker

How soon the rainbow fades into the bay!
So I must call the road my home again,
For all good things in life must go away -
Each sun must set, and every moon must wane -

Yet, there is nothing God does not ordain;
Thus, I leave with the peace I give to you,
For there is never pleasure without pain,
And friends are treasured, because they are few.

Were you a friend, or just a face to me?
I read your name writ upon your bosom,
But in your golden eyes I could not see,
'Should I choose him, use him, or just lose him? '

Esperanza, there is hope for us,
For without hope, no love ever was.