FOR ALL OUR FRIENDS
(AND EVEN OUR NOT SO GOOD FRIENDS)
IN THE BLOGOSPHERE!
WE'LL TIP A CUP OF KINDNESS, YET. . . .
AND PRAY THE GOLDEN RULE
WILL HAVE A REBIRTH
ON SOME STARRY NIGHT
WHEN IT'S LEAST EXPECTED.
Sometimes
by Sheenagh Pugh
Sometimes things don't go, after 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.
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