Try and try thrice again

and lo the storms of petty regrets
through all their flash and special effects
leave but cold from drying raindrops
passed that and all the pain stops
time to pick things up and try again
Highest Love lone knowing who or when



Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-04-26 at 22:33

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2011-04-27


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with John on both the rhyme and feeling.
The natural inevitability of life storms and the response of the knowing and the strong to clean up their debris and move on.

Thanks for this.

Joe
2011-04-27


John Ashleigh
Interesting use of rhyme - a strong topic to share. Some people give up, others don't. It is the defining choice of man. Thanks for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-04-26