A DAY SHORT OF FOREVER

The struggle of good

Honor grows slowly, loath to take root;

frail rose of infinite attention.

Contempt blooms in an instant, vile weed

thriving on neglect and rejection.           

 

The promises of rosy cradle

can die just a week more than never.

The struggle stretching out straining,

seems to fall a day short of forever.

 

But against the power of caring,

thorned complaints of a lifetime fail,

and the careless litany of hate wanes,

while graceful deeds instantly prevail.