When life seems to blunder into disorder
And rips all our sense of proportion asunder,
Discontented confusion reigns high on agenda.
We muddle on through then - we do not go under.!
Discordant with jumble the days mesh together,
Sometimes with chaos we feel out of control.
When life's perplexities become too rife, it's
Good to remember to smile, and stay whole.!
Flustering muddle can only make headway when
Escape to more peaceful existence seems dead.
Abstract distractions will only bewilder us
If we give in to them - so we take stock instead.!
We struggle along until life starts unknotting
Dark problems we thought would forever be tied.
With bold persistence stress unravels it's hold
And leaves us the victor, self-respect satisfied.!
The sense of speed and disorder in this poem belies its rational message. Fay, you have a special way with words. A therapeutic piece. S :)
We all muddle through some times, but its time that it needs.10 from Tom, well penned Fay
Life can be like that some times like you say so well, we muddle our way through... andrew 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good descriptive piece Fay...disorder always takes it's time to become order...like this one...thank you...