A gale came up – the wind blew The old weakened fence almost rent in two Now it is bent and ready to fall To collapse, part of the fence must take up the slack!
Sitting on a bench, surveying the damaage Like the fence the load is too heavy and we fall And I questioned Why are some of us strong and some weak And some have no hope at all? But the battle is not for us to keep . . . *
Sitting on a bench surveying the squall I thought about others Some of us are strong and some are tall And some of us have no hope at all Life’s storms weaken and we fall
And then I THOUGHT! When we take our eyes
from our own storms of LIFE we can become a help to others!
*Selected verses from my poem ‘The Old Bent Fence’
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