I am chasing down a blessing,
Round the corner, over crest,
As I run that race,
Fetching after fate,
By blows! I'll soon be blest!
See that blessing, over yonder?
See that gleam, I'll grasp it then.
Toiling towards the task,
From first light to last,
It recedes, always round the bend.
Next one: Receding, or rounding a bend.
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Tomorrow's blessings...
The bend in the road on Willow and 3rd
Is where she met her lover
Riding out in summer
On her dapper dapple grey.
The bend in the road on Willow and 3rd
Is where he trudged that Sunday
And dropped his monthly pay
'Fore his wife took ill and died.
The bend in the road on Willow and 3rd
Is where the turn went wide;
The car tipped on its side
They thanked God that night that no one was injured.
The bend in the road on Willow and 3rd
Is where I dropped a letter from somewhere
And didn't find out until later
All the things that have happened on Willow and 3rd.
Next: Something gone missing, letters
Is where she met her lover
Riding out in summer
On her dapper dapple grey.
The bend in the road on Willow and 3rd
Is where he trudged that Sunday
And dropped his monthly pay
'Fore his wife took ill and died.
The bend in the road on Willow and 3rd
Is where the turn went wide;
The car tipped on its side
They thanked God that night that no one was injured.
The bend in the road on Willow and 3rd
Is where I dropped a letter from somewhere
And didn't find out until later
All the things that have happened on Willow and 3rd.
Next: Something gone missing, letters
All that glitters has a high refractive index.