Sad words of defeat and disappointment
Disgusting words of skeptical cynicism
Throwing in the towel in defeatist mysticism
Certain that you are beaten
But wait something did change
A small difference, a tiny deflection, a glimmer of light
A sliver of hope, a glimpse of a dawning
A view of the next phase is within range
It may have been too little too late
To do nothing is neither a little or late
Doing nothing is an abatement, acceptance of defeat
Sad words indeed
Too little too late
These thoughts jumped into my head the other day when I was reading a comment from Cheryl’s cousin. It is often used as an epithet. The follow up question of “what would you do?” often merely raises tension instead of being treated as a valid entreaty for knowledge.
Life is complicated and rarely in sharp contrast.