How speedily our senses mend, it seems <br />Those awful days that followed death's decree <br />Were simply players in a cast of dreams. <br />The play is ended and we are set free. <br />Were this not so the burden of death's store <br />Must prove too great for human life to bear: <br />Each tragic loss if added to the score <br />Would close another door forever there. <br />But our intrinsic makeup happily <br />Permits escape from each such tragedy. <br />It seems the human brain may probably <br />Be programmed to reject adversity. <br /> <br />Thus now I offer my commiseration <br />With confidence in human restitution.<br /><br />Eric Bult<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upliftment-3/
