Trumpets

We learn by our experience, that sometimes ‘twill bad

so whatever comes upon us, it shouldn’t make us sad.

At times we all need a lesson to put us on the road

to that simple state of mind where we can bear the load.

So when we see a pile of it looming from afar

Mayhaps we should just stand back and leave the door ajar.

It’s only with doors open that life can begin again

And remember that there is an end to all and any pain.

So when we hear the Trumpet blasting across the land

Remember that the day will come when he returns to sand.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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