Things Mend Poem by David Levitas

Things mend with the exposure; we need the heat, the cold,
The wind and rain to mould and reset our bearings to carry the old
And start afresh in new configurations bright with contentment
And lost illusions; but if the burdens too great
The gate will come off its hinges, the fence grate
The pavement and public places. Smiles can help the process
But isolation tears the pith from the prowess
And leads to the maw of a souless resentment.