Poetry Thursday

Sometimes
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 sometime melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

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One Response to Poetry Thursday

  1. nanacilla says:

    A beautiful poem, Laura.

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