To him who cries “What Next?” I say
Despair not, but believe
That Fate, who loves so well to play,
Has something up her sleeve!
Let’s carry on, old boy, shall we–
In customary fashion,
Sure that Fate will guarantee
Each his normal ration.
It seems it isn’t what we get,
Nor if we hang in tatters:
It’s HOW we take what we have met
That matters.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 29, 1952
