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A poem for today

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Gagagran Wed 02-Jul-14 13:49:33

Can anyone suggest a verse I can put in a card for my DH for our 49th Wedding Anniversary next week?

janerowena Wed 02-Jul-14 13:41:30

I like all of those.

This one has been on my mind a lot lately

Sometimes - Sheenagh Pugh

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.


It has that same small seed of hope that jingl's has.

jinglbellsfrocks Wed 02-Jul-14 13:29:12

wink

jinglbellsfrocks Wed 02-Jul-14 13:29:02

#gotnosoul

merlotgran Wed 02-Jul-14 13:14:03

Sounds like my garden, jingle grin

HollyDaze Wed 02-Jul-14 12:00:19

The poem that makes me feel sad and happy at the same time is an old and trusted one:

Leisure

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

(W. H. Davies)

Also sums up our world.

jinglbellsfrocks Wed 02-Jul-14 11:45:08

Makes me feel sad. And happy.

jinglbellsfrocks Wed 02-Jul-14 11:44:18

I did n't write it!

(found it on the dreaded Twitter)

jinglbellsfrocks Wed 02-Jul-14 11:43:15

Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June's long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.

Good innit?