Quandary Poem by Terry Donovan

QUANDRY

She sat upon a rock and had a cry
While tiny wavelets slithered round her feet,
The sun descended in the silent sky.
Its dying embers made her day complete.

A happy ending this - or was it sad?
She knew the day would come and come it did.
But how can things be good when they're so bad?
She didn't to the right thing - yet she did.

For long enough the hands of time stood still,
Tomorrow was at very best a dream.
There was no future, no way, nor no will;
No certainty and certainly no scheme.

Yet somehow something in the guise of fate
Stepped in and wound things up. Too soon. Too late.