-- To Everything --

John Herlihy

To everything a season,

Even if we understand not the reason

To everything a purpose,

Even if things seem utterly worthless

To everything true hope,

Even when hanging from a frayed rope

To everything a secret,

Even if we don’t always keep it

To everything a mystery,

Because it lends a sense of eternity

To everything a sorrow,

In the dark thinking of tomorrow

To everything a happiness,

Even if life can sometimes feel as duress

To everything a way in,

Even if we never know what might have been

To everything a way out,

Especially when we simply want to shout.

To everything do we aspire

The wick burns down, but the flame still afire

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(c) John Herlihy 14 January 2020