Deep though our losses sound
a 'morrow stands guard again
Dim though our outlook squint
a 'morrow springs guide anew
Fight, if now we wish
No!
Might, all now we dish
No!
Stand firm to silly bites
squint wide in sunny blight
And your 'morrow be due
The 'morrow be no platter
nor splatter
It be a field to plant
and a season by moon
The 'morrow be no scatter
but matter
It be the scanty-a-past
and the many-a-come
The 'morrow, this 'morrow be no "better sans bitter"
It be our due so wide:
Same pain, more strain
new drains, old stains
It be a trudging anew!
But, listen, dear hewer
the bang be the barn
the sweat spring da fields
And it shall be plenty again!
My friend lost lots of money, and her publishing business. I didn't know at all. But the clever soul went in search of the most precious gem after the stumble: knowledge. How time flies!
As she prepares to face the harsh business world again, I had this verse for her. Oh, need you ask? Of course the words and my heart reach out to all you folks out there who are in same or similar bind. Get it out of ya system! And go for it, anew and renewed!! It will be greener in due time....in your time. Well, I know.
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