Poetry

The poem that I have selected is Things Work Out By Edgar A. Guest

Because we cannot forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
Because we think that the way is long
Some of us whimper that life's all wrong.
But somehow we live and our sky grows bright,
And everything seems to work out all right.

So bend to your trouble and meet your care,
For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair.
Let the rain come down, as it must and will,
But keep on working and hoping still.
For in spite of the grumblers who stand about,
Somehow, it seems, all things work out. 

...At times, our (people in general) spirits our down and it seems as though we are trapped in our agony. But it must not hinder us for life is full of bitter and sweet. Like failure and victory, we fail and keeping failing until we achieve our goals and have our triumphant moments. In the flash fiction that has been written by the same person who has created this blog, the protagonist hunts down the abductors of his brothers and saves the other abducted children. A process which had taken month. He had failed numerous times (which could not be explicitly expressed in the story due to the word limit), but finally succeeded in his goal.... 


"Some of us whimper along life's way.
But somehow, as day always follows the night,
Most of our troubles work out all right" (Guest).