Wrikles On Rinks Poem by John Sensele

Fantasies deceive
Ensure reality we perceive
Judgment day to you and I comes
It matters not if we dwell in suburbs or slums.

Ecstasies delight our heart
Sorrows let's allow to depart
renew sinews and news of hope
Lest you and I glide on the despair slope.

Strings of salvation we strum
To veer away from the doom drum
Which our perceptions corrode
If we ride on the error and terror road.

Once in a while we weep
If promises made we can't keep
Slapping our word of honour
Thereby iceskating on rinks of dishonour.