However, the road may not take us in the desired direction, and we
find ourselves back in . . .
A Troubled Town
A Triple Triolet
The bright sunlight of a new day gave the troubled
town hope.
It illuminated the colorful leaves of the tall trees to everyone’s delight.
If this portended the future, all the townspeople felt they could cope.
The bright sunlight of a new day gave the troubled town hope.
It seemed almost magical—unlimited in scope.
A rainbow of fall colors was a wonderful sight.
The bright sunlight of a new day gave the troubled town hope.
It illuminated the colorful leaves of the tall trees
to everyone’s delight.
The fears of the past began to fade with the sun’s light.
Doors opened and people chanced to walk the street.
Some smiled, others danced, with expectations that all was now right.
The fears of the past began to fade with the sun’s light.
Children ran with enthusiasm, rode bikes, and one even flew a kite.
Neighbors dreamed of what came next and whom they’d meet.
The fears of the past began to fade with the sun’s light.
Doors opened and people chanced to walk the street.
A paradise sought may not be what was found.
An eerie darkness fell upon the town that night.
People retreated into their homes without making a sound.
A paradise sought may not be what was found.
Doors closed, streets became quiet and dark—not a soul was around.
Troubled again, not knowing what to do, people shook in fright.
A paradise sought may not be what was found.
An eerie darkness fell upon the town that night.
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