In Head Or Ahead Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

What lies in head, ahead what lies? Lies past
no hold retain spite hope sustaining scope,
while trial and tribulation very fast
fade phantom wraith when faith helps heart to cope.
New morn no mourning knows for past regrets,
old, cold and barren, sere upon the stem,
reach is not risk, no need for hedging bets,
cats' curiosity scoffs at condemn.
Appearances as superficial waves
now spume, now fume, now perfume scent life's gift,
effect and cause from subterranean caves
soar, reassure, Miss, taken, sore, may lift
to summits far above mount Everest,
as sinfree judgement scorns worn second bests.