Nine-Eleven Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Nine-Eleven
The dreadful happenings in New York
Were soul-destroying for everyone,
But should we never laugh again?
Must we subdue our sense of fun?
You and I are strong and resilient,
Smiling when we are low...
And when we sink, we rise again.
Our God has made it so.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,happenings
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