April 20, 2007
Sometimes
Sometimes things don’t go, at all,
From bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives, the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.
Posted by Susan @ 7:32 pm • Uncategorized
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April 21st, 2007 at 4:45 am, daysgoby Says:
Susan -
So much sorrow!
Arms around you today.
April 21st, 2007 at 10:35 am, cce Says:
That’s a lovely, hopeful poem. Thanks for sharing.
April 21st, 2007 at 10:47 am, Joel S Says:
that was really sweet, thank you.
April 23rd, 2007 at 8:49 am, bgirl Says:
Love that.