To Whom it May Concern

Don't
look at me that way, I know what you
Think
and how you understand especially what
You
do to have some substance in your life you
Will
never know the view from where I stand but at
Last
you will see the limits of your efforts yet you try
Forever
and trip again to get back up again
Still
you kept my words safely hidden
There
cluttered amongst other dusty things it
Is
at the very least the first signs of spring, a bit of
Hope.