Alan .S. Jeeves

Daunted Day Musings

In every life some rain must fall,

Though wherefrom heaven knows.

With passing years the storm may call,

The tempest comes and goes.

The day could see a cloudburst hail

To soak you through and through,

Yet silver raindrops deftly fail

To bathe away the blue.

 

As thunder quakes the path of life,

Like cannons in the sky.

And lightning, cutting like a knife,

An electric charge on high.

When icy drops sleet all about

And crisis canters near

Then windy blows that scream and shout

Bombard the soul with fear.

 

So now I'm old, though seldom sad,

I think of days long gone.

I smile about the good and bad

And savour every one.

Although the darkened clouds may drift

And bluster out their rains

I still salute a special gift ~

The sunshine here remains.

 



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