Monday, 8 March 2010

Sometimes....


sometimes things dont go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost, green thrives; the crops dont 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 cant 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.
(Pugh)

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