Again Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Some things are certain as Spring rain
they show up and return again
some things are rare and welcoming
like long lost friends at last regained

Some things will happen as they must
bold wars and tortures of the just
harsh bombs, exploding shrapnel bursts
appeasing power hungry lust

Time moves in ever circling spheres
while nations rise and fall to dust
princes and rulers dot the years
as crowds of people laugh through tears

No one escapes the moving tides
it's good to brace the stallion rides
as fate renews its quirky ways
and plays its game on human days

It's hard to watch the eyes of those
who have but humbly swept their floors
nursed little children, mended clothes
aghast as warlords smash their doors

Some things are certain as Spring rain
they show up and return again
some things are rare and welcoming
like long lost friends at last regained.