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.
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This is one of my favorite poems.
I read it when I feel defeated, and it helps me move on.
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It’s truly wise! Missed this place!
Julie is back!
Tosses hat into the air!
Yeeeeeah! So good to read from you! Your posts are highly interesting!!
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Great poem – I can see why it’s on your favourite list 😉
I love this! I too shall hold onto it. I need it now, and in future dark times. Thank you.