This poem came to Derek Evans attention during the time of the war in Iraq. He was on the subway, crammed together with hundreds of people when the train pitched and squealed, lurched and the stalled. The lights flickered and then went out. The strange silence of controlled anxiety settled on the carriage he was in. Eventually the emergency power kicked in and in the dim light his eyes were drawn to this poem on one of the advertising posters.
Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse.
Some years, muscatel faces down frost,
green thrives, the crops don’t fail.
Sometimes a person aims high and all goes well.
A people will sometimes step back from war;
elect an honest person; decide they care enough,
that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some people become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts don’t go amiss,
sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.
Poem by Sheenagh Pugh [ Wales]