In times of trouble, when all seems lost
& no good outcome can be found,
our beings are shaken, emotions tossed
& our own feet can't hold the ground,
when all words & voices fail
& nothing can be said or done,
we must surrender, not loose a hail
of curses, spew anger at the Sun
& Moon or all the planets & attendant Gods.
This process is always hard to do
but we must strive against all odds
for in reflection later we might rue
words uttered in futility & in haste:
our spirits wounded; our humanity laid waste.
(Copyright 4/3/2006)
Hugh, this is sweet melodic work indeed. It has a lovely flow to it. I will take it to bed with me. 10 from sleep beckoning! Tai
Great advice which will be all the more fondly taken to heart for the sweet harmony of this gorgeous little number. Hugs Anna xxx
Now do you understand why I call you Guardian Angel Hugh? : -) Lovely rhyme, rhythm, and, of course, message. With warmth, Gina.
Now this is a really nice poem Hugh, with a lot of good advice thrown in. The flow was really good too and I enjoyed reading it. Lovely words abound in it, and I loved the ending. Love Ernestine XXX
Like the phrasing of this work, feet can't hold the ground, lots of despair. Well written.
Very true Hugh, and enjoyed the rhythm is this poem. A good piece of wisdom. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God knows I've been shaking my fist at heaven but everyday become more defeated!