Sometimes
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 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 to
you
~ Sheenagh Pugh
~
(In Good Poems, ed. by
Garrison Keillor,
contributed by Holly Thomas)
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