Appart From the Morass

As I sit in my vanquished glory,

Waiting for the elusive hot short black,

I contemplate the lines of my story,

That will hopefully bring my mercy back,

And as I find it has ever been,

I give a grin and a deep laugh,

And remember, though not always seen,

It is a merry and winding path.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I sometimes think, "How will I get through it?" and at others I feel my way only on faith. But for all of it it does bare a grin and a bit of a laugh.

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gentle's picture

Ah yes, a laugh will always make tbe sunshine on anyone.

Nicely written...sensitive

Amy


Gentle is the night♥