Hi long losties! I know Sheenagh Pugh has grown exasperated with the poem herself, but I ended up returning to it throughout 2020. It feels like the right sort of thing to share at New Years - maudlin or not - and maybe it’ll find a well-worn spot in your Notes app as well.
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 efforts 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.
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May it happen for us all in 2021. 🥂