Donnerstag, 12. März 2020

Ingrids Auswahl -Ingrids Poetry (137)



 
The job

The rein in steadfast hands, eyes fixed upon the plough.

To cut the furrow straight and deep, is all that matters now,

All yesterdays have fled, like mist before the sun

Today is all there is to get the job well done.

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