"Sometimes" by Sheenagh Pugh

by 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. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You are missing a comma after "after all".

In case you missed it, the author wrote about the poem in the following:

Roger Hui