Is This Your Honest Hour? Poem by Gulliver Gimble

Do you look and do you see?
All that life offers to me.
Amoung the broken ruins and hammered time.
More so than any other careless crime.
Through the deepest woods and hollow mind.
Do you look and do you see whats left behind?
Faulty footings and cavernous screams.
Fumbling and flying with scarecrow wings.
Silent and soothing whispers of meloncholy slumber.
Atlast a break in the storm clouds thunder.
Rain will stain windowpains.
Clouds will kill harvest grain.
The sun will shine when you need it the most.
Raise your glass and make a toast.
To begin again, I ask.
Is this your honest hour?