It Was The Worst That Life Could Do
(after Charles Dickens)
It was the worst that life could do
and yet the best came from it too
when life was one huge struggle
but in all of this I again found you.
Like children we were again in love
as in some strange foolishness
but strangely our lives fitted perfectly like a glove
and wisdom from the years was in our consciousness
and the sure belief in each other’s sincerity,
a strange incredulity in the though that love fails
and in great humility
we found light to all the details
of that which is great about one another
while darkness fell on that which had shattered us
and despair and fear did not really anymore bother
while hope was in every thing that we did discuss.
poem by Gert Strydom
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