Before It Is The End.

 

And then when I sit down

Under the shade of this tree

Which survived the holocaust of street widening

The gentle stroke of zephyr

Brings relief and makes me think:

Now that we have won the latest

It is fit that we should rest

Before the bugle calls us again for the next

Ordeal and wonder

How many more of these shall we survive

Before nothing can wait any longer?

 

Alfred Grech

07/08/2021