There is no rhyme or reason.
It all comes out the same.
No matter who it falls on,
No matter who’s to blame;
The angst and pain remain.
Rant and rave at God,
Pray to Jesus in repent.
You have to onward plod
And accept what you’ve been sent-
‘Though you feel your heart be rent.
Now recover from the fall
Pick yourself up off the floor
Take a deep breath, stand up tall.
Kick the black dog out the door
Come on- you’ve done it all before.
By Carole Prickett
Caroline
10th May 2022