Category: Hope

Rain that falls darkly
Threatens the pane,
Opens old wounds
Over again.

Rain darkly falling,
Harried, pursued,
Matches astoundingly
My today’s mood.

But rain dropping darkly,
And mood, you are done.
Today was the low ebb:
Tomorrow, the sun.

by Ray Romine Sunday, October 21, 1951

I wonder, when I see Fate juggle
My best efforts, why I struggle.
My plans,which taking pains has blended,
Don’t turn out as I intended.
A word, the smallest slip uncharted
Can spoil what hard endeavor started.
Destroying fortune, fame or rep
Requires no more than one false step.
The most successful day can sour
In its final quarter hour.
Yet come fire, flood or income tax,
He must fight on who can’t relax.

by Ray Romine Saturday, November 10, 1951

You cannot attain it,
Philosophers teach;
But it’s done almost daily
By great men with–reach.

by Ray Romine Friday, November 23, 1951