Just a thought for the day
Have I done all that I should
In bedding down can I but say
All was done for that of good
As some things need be done in haste
And skipping those that are as fair
That seems not one was time to waste
No lack of injustice there
Others wait 'til time is right
With patience I could never have
With contentment at its height
And no remorse unto the bad
As fields of grass upon the hills
Endure the scorn of winter cold
That test and break all human wills
And crush a heart one hundred fold
And wait for spring to tend to them
To wash their eyes of natures sleep
A deed that comes not on a whim
Nay, with a devotion deep
Upon waking in the morn
Refreshed and born the day renewed
Armed with patience in times of storm
And all intentions misconstrued