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.!
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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
A good descriptive piece Fay...disorder always takes it's time to become order...like this one...thank you...