This heart of mine has learned to wait
To step aside, to hesitate
For life is not all that it seems
Sometimes it’s smoke, sometimes it’s dreams.
For us we only visit here
With no control of day or year
Life is our stage, performers we
And subject to adversity.
If life to us opts to be kind
Then all its treasures we ought find
But if its winds should blow astray
Then we are bound to lose our way.
Take heart my friend all is not lost
Those ships asea, those tempest-toss’d
May find safe haven in a port
With love and joy they never sought !
Claire V. Bogdanos 