Sheenah Pugh

b 1950 -

This poem is another that has stayed with me over the years. I've often sent it to friends as a card if they are going through a difficult time. And, when I read the newspapers, I find I sometimes need to be reminded of it myself.

 

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 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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