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What have I done to de
serve this?
A tangled jungle of office
problems. A quarrel. ' An
alienation of minds and m
derstanding. A future which
creeps onward but never
upward. A procession of
days, a nightmare of nights.
What have I done?
I am eating my break
fast beside the kitchen win
dow. A sprinkling of birds
seasons the sky. The oyster
of dawn releases the pearl
of sunlight.
There is no dawn in me.
I resent my misfortunes. I
am torn by my uncertain
ties. My confidence is shak
en by the dismal circum
stances of this dreary day.
How have I failed? Have
I been too foolish, too wise?
The bacon and eggs are
cold. The toast is limp. The
bed is rumpled, and there is
dust on my unmade heart.
I well remember that life
creeps in its petty pace. I
remember that most lead
lives of quiet desperation. I
recall the bell tolls for me.
IJ resently I will wash the
dishes, make the bed,
lock the door, and go out in
to the dawn. I will sit at my
typewriter and perform the
duties for which I am paid.
Tonight I will unlock my(
door and cook my dinner
and face again the night.
Is this all there is to be?
Where is the bright promise
of my springtime? Will I live'
my lifetime always reaching
and never grasping?
. Across this world there
are millions of us who will.
Why should I expect more?
- Tonight before J lie in my
bed it would be well for me
to fall on my knees, neither
in futility nor regret. For,
if I never know the pin
nacle, if I never solve the
problem, if I am never more
than a little life, there has
been something more.
This morning at my break
fast table, the birds flew out
of the depths of my self
pity, and across the meadow
the dawn came to me.
Even when my eyes were
blind to it, my heart re
membered and was blessed.
26 Family Weekly, May 21, 1961