So when you pause and wonder how
\nThe peace that you propose to vow,
\nWhen you have won the present row,
\nIs hidden on your angry brow<\/p>\n
And in the darkest hour awakes
\nTo brood upon the awful truth;
\nWe have to live with our mistakes
\nAs age pays for the bill of youth.<\/p>\n
Learning to match a public face
\nWith steadfast eyes that help to grow
\nWithin the private life’s digrace
\nAnd hide those things we fear to show,<\/p>\n
Like politicians with fixed smiles
\nPurveying doubt or certainty,
\nTo sap with calculating wiles
\nThe bounds of our credulity.<\/p>\n
So what is there for me to hate
\nIf by my deeds I seal my fate?
\nCannot the consequences wait?
\nIs it too late? Is it too late?<\/p>\n
March 1992<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So when you pause and wonder how The peace that you propose to vow, When you have won the present row, Is hidden on your angry brow And in the darkest hour awakes To brood upon the awful truth; We … Continue reading