There's nothing like disaster-time to teach
Who's in my corner, how I have been blessed
With friends as true as e'er there were. And each
Kept me far from despair throughout. My quest
Henceforth is to deserve them. Pardon me;
Particulate invasion of my eyes
Afflicts me once again. How can it be
That trouble turns to joy so fast? Surprise!
Dross can be turned to gold; the magic's there
Just waiting to be tapped. And now my hope
Is that I'll somehow prove this. To be fair
I know my luck's been good beyond my scope,
So even when it's bad some alchemist
Transforms it. I can't be alone in this...?
Saturday, September 3, 2011
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Nice poem, nice sentiment for hard times - I'm in touch with some of these experiences.
ReplyDeleteI was just talking about you to a work friend, and saying the very same thing. Rather, trying to say what you so beautifully wrote.
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