When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1 comment:
Wally,
Thank you for posting this poem.
I've been feeling like I'm at the 'lowest ebb' for awhile now. What keeps me going is the belief that the tide will eventually turn.
Morgan
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