Not All Things Go Wrong…

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Not all things go wrong, and knowing

This, be wary of despair,

As you go through hell — keep going,

Make no brave oasis there.

Through the shadowlands of grieving,

Past the giants, Doubt and Fear,

Heartsick, stunned, and half believing —

Heed no whisper in your ear.

Not all things go wrong — and after

Winter’s famine comes the spring,

Kindness, beauty, children’s laughter —

Joy is ever on the wing.

~ Felix Dennis

Not All Things Go Wrong…

Photo credit: taylorschlades from morguefile.com

Not all things go wrong, and knowing

This, be wary of despair,

As you go through hell — keep going,

Make no brave oasis there.

Through the shadowlands of grieving,

Past the giants, Doubt and Fear,

Heartsick, stunned, and half believing —

Heed no whisper in your ear.

Not all things go wrong — and after

Winter’s famine comes the spring,

Kindness, beauty, children’s laughter —

Joy is ever on the wing.

~ Felix Dennis

We Knew Immediately…

We knew immediately. A wide-eyed look...

I searched your eyes and knew what was in mine:

An invitation we must both decline—

But as you sipped your wine your fingers shook,

And mine shook, too. Vesuvius erupts!

I gabbled as I fought the urge to tear

The silk from off your back and do it there,

While fainting matrons gloated in their cups.

But we are neither young, nor cruel, and so—

The moment passed, or rather, we forsook

What in our youth would not have seemed so mad

As it seems now; world’s shame we never took

The rightful path of easing such a blow:

And if we had — might that have been so bad?

~ Felix Dennis

We Knew Immediately…

We knew immediately. A wide-eyed look...

I searched your eyes and knew what was in mine:

An invitation we must both decline—

But as you sipped your wine your fingers shook,

And mine shook, too. Vesuvius erupts!

I gabbled as I fought the urge to tear

The silk from off your back and do it there,

While fainting matrons gloated in their cups.

But we are neither young, nor cruel, and so—

The moment passed, or rather, we forsook

What in our youth would not have seemed so mad

As it seems now; world’s shame we never took

The rightful path of easing such a blow:

And if we had — might that have been so bad?

~ Felix Dennis