by Brian McAllister
This too shall pass, though not as fast
As all our strength and faith would hope,
Such anxious waiting that at last
This too shall pass.
Our little lives have such small scope
That all our troubles seem so vast,
But if we see an end, we cope.
And then when all our cares have passed
And we no longer have to grope
In dark, our fears all in the past,
This too shall pass.
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