Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Poem of the Month

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.
A people sometimes elect an honest man.
Sometimes decide they care enough that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Sometimes 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.

[The author of this poem has asked that her name not be published with any copy of the poem. Apparently she thinks it's corny. How weird is that?][PSST: but you can google the first line and find out the name of the author anyway.]

1 comment:

Sbanfnyc said...

Sometimes people have an idea, a thought or a dream and put it on paper. They may never know anyone will read it. Never know anyone will remember it. Never think anyone will be moved by it. However they are compelled to write.

I am inspired and greatful for the effort. This poem has touched me and I thank the author.