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Daunted Day Musings

In every life some rain must fall,
Though wherefrom heaven knows.
With passing years the storm may call,
The tempest comes and goes.
The day could see a cloudburst hail
To soak you through and through
Yet silver raindrops deftly fail
To bathe away the blue.

As thunder quakes the path of life,
Like cannons in the sky.
And lightning, cutting like a knife,
An electric charge on high.
When icy drops sleet all about
And crisis canters near
The windy blows that scream and shout
Bombard the soul with fear.

So now I'm old, though seldom sad,
I think of days long gone.
I smile about the good and bad
And savour every one.
Although the darkened clouds may drift
And bluster out their rains
I still salute a special gift ~
The sunshine here remains.

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This effort was inspired by the poem 'Manifesting Miracles' which I have been fortunate enough to be able to appreciate here on Neo. (See below). I wonder ~ am I entitled to intrude?... My compliments to all at Neo, Alan
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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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I very much enjoyed reading your poem about the ups and downs of your life. good structure and language choices made for an easy flowing read!

Greetings, Cat

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When you fling poo, some of the stink sticks to you!

"The Book of Styx" can be ordered and purchased on line at:
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting on my 'Daunted Day Musings'. I appreciate your opinion greatly and I am pleased that you enjoyed it.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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I have given this a little edit, i know in anycase you will apreciate it so here it is.

Let the great rain fall
Though wherefrom heaven knows.
With passing years the storm may call,
The tempest comes and goes.
The day could see a cloudburst hail
To soak you through and through
Yet silver raindrops deftly fail
To bathe away the blue.
As thunder quakes the path of life,
Like cannons in the great sky.
And lightning, cutting like a knife,
An electric charge on high.
When icy drops sleet all about
And crisis canters near
The windy blows that scream and shout
Bombard the soul with fear.
So now I'm old, though seldom sad,
I think of days long gone.
I smile about the good and bad
And savour every one.
Although the darkened clouds may drift
And bluster out their rains
I still salute a special gift ~
The sunshine here remains.

your first line i've heard a thousand times so instead for me less is more in this instance, Sir you have a very very beatiful poem here in anycase.

Thank you...Teddy

Thanks for stopping by today. You have put a lot of work into your comment and I appreciate that very much. I will look through and see what I can do.

Of course you have heard my first line a thousand times ~ but where have you heard it? It was written in 1841 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (then aged 34) on the occasion of the loss of his wife. I have simply 'borrowed' it from him. I guess there is nothing new. Longfellow is better known for his epic poems (Hiawatha) but this was one of his shorter, very nice pieces.

THE RAINY DAY

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall.
Some days must be dark and dreary.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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so you think you might like to see me fly? Would you like to see me try? Glad to see you posting. ~ Geez.
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Been quite busy here in Blighty for a while but have kept reading what you all have posted.
Thank you for reading my effort.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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I couldn't resist using the lines from you know where, when I saw the "Sunshine" line. It did seem rather appropriate. ~Geez.
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