Nine-Eleven Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Nine-Eleven



The dreadful happenings in New York

Were soul-destroying for everyone,

But should we never laugh again?

Must we subdue our sense of fun?

You and I are strong and resilient,

Smiling when we are low...

And when we sink, we rise again.

Our God has made it so.

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Joyce Hemsley

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Portsmouth England
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