There comes a time
for taking stock
of what one’s had
and what one’s got,
of where one’s going
and where one’s been,
of what one’s heard
and what one’s seen.
You know the games,
you’ve learnt the rules,
you can tell the wisemen
from the fools,
you’ve learned that all’s
not as it seems,
that life is both
reality and dreams,
and like the tides
that ebb and flow,
life’s sometimes fast
and oft’ times slow.
To survive the storm
a tree must bend,
and a new day starts
where this one ends.
by B K ROLLASON
© All rights reserved 1982
Time to take stock. Thank you
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Thank you for reading, Martha! It’s much appreciated!
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Beautiful poem
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It really is, Lokesh. Thanks so much for appreciating it with us!
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THANKs for sharing
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We’re so glad you enjoyed this, Shivi. Thanks for reading!
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👏👏👏 bravo:-)
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It’s such a wonderful poem. Thanks for reading! 😀
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🙂 ✌
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This is amazing!
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We definitely agree, Michael. Thanks for sharing in our appreciation! 🙂
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