Troubled Times And Troubled Souls Poem by Steven Rodgers

Troubled minds and troubled souls,
In troubled times as far as troubled goes.
There they are to be or not,  
And there they'll remain. 
Tis for but a merry chance 
That I am not the same. 
And yet I watch and lend no aid
And carry on the way. 
Still then repent sincerely,
Praying darkness kept at bay. 
Though consolation does its deed,  
And buries all the pain,
We've troubled minds and troubled souls,
And here they shall remain.