A Rough Day Poem by Dawson Walter Smith

Winter will come and go,
Seasons don't last forever.
Whats left ever will eventually show,
What has survived the endeavor.

Most people are never sure,
What will come when they begin.
But they know it will come in the future.
Not sure whether it will be by a margin.

But they usually have some estimate,
Of what they want to happen.
It's not always what they want,
Or even something they can imagine.

But you learn from trial and error,
You don't always succeed the first time.
You don't always know what will occur,
Or how high you'll have to climb.

But you'll learn from something,
Whether you like it or not.
It may amount to nothing,
And you may be left fraught.