the basic idea of this poem stuck in my head.
hope you don't mind - i borrowed it - different format and style and even point of view - so i guess it is sort of a variation - rather than strictly an imitaion. maybe that's an excuse. but you know what they say about the sincerest form of flattery.
anyway - i'll put it in a different post.
We are often troubled, but not crushed;
sometimes in doubt, but never in despair;
there are many enemies, but we are never without a friend;
and though badly hurt at times, we are not destroyed.
- Paul, II Cor 4:8-9