reprise and revise
AFTERMATH The impassioned moment's passed, The fight's gone out of me; tolerance and hope set in with a sigh and by-and-by this latest violence, outrage, assault against the heart and soul will pass-- and leave me living still and still possessed of most of what I had; Life goes on sublime, absurd, expects the future still makes plans invests and wanders down the middle course again somewhere between the hopeless and the glad. Disappointment gnaws away at faith. Perhaps, because our planet turns... Sign in to see full entry.