What Lasts

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

Trying times are not forever times

And what is wicked does not last –

Sometimes no more than a few years,

Sometimes not even a day.

So take hope in the future.

But the golden ages have their own ends

And will give way to the ravages of lifespans and age.

So take delight in the present

For who knows how long the gold will stay?

And if it has already passed

Hold on to the promise of the past

For further days of good in the future.

And hope –

For what can last the tides of change?

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