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“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
Notes: by tkbrown Rather aptly said, even for today -- don't you think?
The ‘Ides of March’ bring tales of woe
in days of old and days of fro’.
Be it debt or death, thought awry . . .
blizzards or bombs, looks in the eye,
a knife in the back, just a glance
with crooked smile, deceit perchance.
One is jailed for an unpaid debt;
another assailed with an illness yet.
Disaster o’ercomes effort spent,
destroys all that this life hath lent.
Frailty brings one down to earth,
and forges diff’rent points of view.
In counting what this life is worth,
the ‘Ides of March’ cast sight askew . . .
O’ercome bad plight with hope anew!
(Written 15 March 2019.)
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November Thanksgiving vibes flow through our veins, fill the atmosphere with celebratory strains. Our hearts overflow with holiday cheer as carols ring out in the blustery air. Tinsels, lights and bows are strung along the streets, in our homes are hung as shoppers search for gifts far flung. Christmas carols begin to be sung by old and young and those in between, and one can almost see a glistening sheen as everywhere people cast doubt aside and swear by His will they do abide. Thanksgiving Day we'll offer up a prayer for all the love, food and wealth we share -- the Spirit overcomes all we cannot hold dear.
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Photo above: The First Thanksgiving -- by Bettman/Corbis @ Smithsonian.org,
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by tkbrown 