jaeleslie

Sometimes things don't go, after all, from bad to worse.
Some years, muscadel faces down frost;
green thrives; crops don't fail,
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people will 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 for you.


Sheenagh Pugh

Found this on the wall at the international calligraphy conference in the faculty show. You can see the poet's remarks on this poem at http://www.geocities.com/sheenaghpugh/sometimes.html