Sometimes

I once read a certain poem during my SYJC, and really liked it. So i copied it onto a piece of paper which I used to keep in my wallet. That poem stayed there, tucked away in my wallet for about 2 years after which my wallet got stolen in the bus. More than the money, I regretted loosing that poem for I couldn't remember the name of the poet, and so couldn't find it anywhere.

Today, I tried my luck again and after some permutations and combinations found it through google :) And here it is:


Sometimes

Sometimes things don't go, after all, from bad to worse.
Some years, muscadel faces down frost;
green thrives; the crops don't fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.


A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care enough,
that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.


Sometimes our best intentions do not go amiss;
sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow that seemed hard frozen;
may it happen for you.

-- Sheenagh Pugh



The poet says she doesn't like it much as would love to disown it, but apparently thats not what everyone thinks of it.
Do tell me what you think of it.