Cheer up – poem

by suleimanharuna

Cheer up

When your head drops

It’s for the loss

I’ll help you prop

Right from your dross

Because I was propped

By your cross

When you cry

It’s for hope’s crash

Into my treasures I’ll pry

For some emotional cash

So your tears will dry

And into the future you’ll dash

When you mope

I’ll make you smile

When you trudge

I’ll make you fly

Without grudge

And without guile

For loss is a circle

It comes round