Around the Bend

If life ahead looks not so clear
In foggy world of men so drear,
Then should I stop or weep or moan
Who has for sun my soul alone?

My steps are sure, my path is straight,
The swirling fog comes ever late.
I shall not trip or lose my end;
It’s peeping now around the bend.

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2 Responses to Around the Bend

  1. solhls says:

    A timely poem for a dreary time.

  2. I’m glad you found it so,

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