What came before, what after will appear,
these two great questions drive the questing mind
unsatisfied with any season here,
imagining some other bliss to find.

What was the bad. what good can future bring,
these two concerns distract the caring soul,
discouraged by sad thoughts that ever cling,
conceiving better times with strict control.

What cost unfruitful past, what still may be,
these two unknowns must haunt the failing flesh,
unwilling to acknowledge dull debris,
believing hope can yet arise afresh.

The wise with fortune do most gently strive.
No final words can keep a heart alive.

- Robert Stone, 31 July 2011