“the only time you should ever look back is to see how far you have come” (unknown)
Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.”
To my mind anyway – one of the best things about this poem is that the poet actually does not like it – to the extent that she does not want to be named as the author.
If in any way writing is part of what you do for a living, you will TOTALLY understand this.