by Banky

You might turn your pockets inside out
All to discover nothingness
You might turn your barn upside down
Without a grain of meal as a testament
You might attempt a call on your cell
Only for the robotic voice to convince you
My friend: keep on.

Out of a possible hundred
You might come a distant eightieth
Of all courses you are offering
None might seem easy to you
Even out of a cumulative of five
Yours might barely be one
Still, friend, keep on.

Amongst your friends and mates
You might lack the basics of life
In the midst of plenty
Lack might seem to befriend you
Even if love seems far from you
On a St. Valentine’s day
Friend, keep on.

Keep on, even if it hurts
Keep on, when things are ok
Keep on, when hatred hugs you
Keep on, when your results are red
Keep on, even if you have no penny
Keep on, even if you are alone
Friend, just keep on.

Why won’t you keep on
When the future is bright?
Can’t you see the silver lining
Gradually revealing itself in the cloud?
Keep on for only that
Will get you to your dreams
My friend, keep on.

Keep on for it is well
Keep on for you are the best
Keep on for that is best for you
My friend, just keep on
In all you do, say or ask
Keep on keeping on.