Underneath A Wry Cry Poem by John Sensele

Underneath the wry cry of an urchin
Lies the hope that tomorrow
Wouldn't strike him hard on the chin
Or on him lumber a sea of sorrow.

Underneath the febrile fear of a virgin
Lies the confidence that her groom
Would resist the lure of gin
For bliss to sweep over her bedroom.

Underneath the diffident doubt of a daughter
Lies the courage to rise above challenges
Life lumbers on her laughter
When counselors dissuade lipstick lozenges.

Underneath the boisterous bravado of a bully
Lies a bunch of fears
Of a breakup from his doting Julie
Whom he so often leaves in tears.

Underneath the careless kiss of a concubine
Lie deep assumptions and convictions
That a promising future lies beyond sin
Despite her present courses of actions and predilections.

Underneath the umbrella of an underdog
Lie hopes and scopes for progress
An unsung hero hears from the bark of his dog
That relieves him of stress and distress from his mistress.