There comes a time, the poets say

when days grow dark and skies are grey;

when woeful wailing fills the air,

with canting chorus everywhere.

All life seems as a bitter cup

that every mortal mouth must sup,

but courage bids us, crystal clear

to wipe away self pityís tear.

Regard the world with noble eye

and drink the cup of sorrow dry,

then cast the loathsome chalice down;

show Fate a face thatís free from frown,

embracing Lifeís mortality

and smiling at Eternity



© Thomas Vaughan Jones(


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