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• October 24, 2017 15:13:19 Thomas A. Lingner

  There comes an hour of sadness
  

  With the setting of the sun,
  

  Not for the sins committed
  

  But the things I have not done.
  

  
  

  I ought to have been stronger
  

  But the crisis found me weak.

  And now I am regretting
  

  The word I did not speak
  

  
  

  I see an arm outstretchèd,
  

  And - Vain its empty grasp.
  

  And I must still remember
  

  The hand I did not clasp.
  

  
  

  A great cause lacking helpers
  

  Was weak, because unheard.
  

  I might have been its champion
  

  But did not say the word.
  

  
  

  Attacked by stupid malice
  

  I heard a man maligned.
  

  I stood in coward silence
  

  And did not speak my mind.
  

  
  

  And so as the night is falling
  

  How bitterly I rue
  

  The words I have not spoken
  

  The things I did not do.
  

  
  

  Frank W. Ferraro
  

  18.9.17
  

• March 22, 2017 13:09:49 Ann Allan

  There comes an hour of sadness
  

  With the setting of the sun,
  

  Not for the sins committed
  

  But the things I have not done.
  

  
  

  I ought to have been stronger
  

  But the crisis found me weak.

  And now I am regretting
  

  The word I did not speak
  

  
  

  I see an arm outstretched,
  

  And - Vain its empty grasp.
  

  And I must still remember
  

  The hand I did not clasp.
  

  
  

  A great cause lacking helpers
  

  Was weak, because unheard.
  

  I might have been its champion
  

  But did not say the word.
  

  
  

  Attacked by stupid malice
  

  I heard a man maligned.
  

  I stood in coward silence
  

  And did not speak my mind.
  

  
  

  And so as the night is falling
  

  How bitterly I rue
  

  The words I have not spoken
  

  The things I did not do.
  

  
  

  Frank W. Ferraro
  

  18.9.17
  

  
  

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• March 22, 2017 13:07:13 Ann Allan

  There comes an hour of sadness
  

  With the setting of the sun,
  

  Not for the sins committed
  

  But the things I have not done.
  

  
  

  I ought to have been stronger
  

  But the crisis found me weak.

  And now I am regretting
  

  The word I did not speak
  

  
  

  I see an arm outstretched,
  

  And - Vain its empty grasp.
  

  And I must still remember
  

  The hand I did not clasp.
  

  
  

  A great cause lacking helpers
  

  Was weak, because unheard.
  

  I might have been its champion
  

  But did not say the word.
  

  
  

  Attacked by stupid malice
  

  I heard a man maligned.
  

  I stood in coward silence
  

  And did not speak my mind.
  

  
  

  And so as the night is falling
  

  How bitterly I rue
  

  The words I have not spoken
  

  The things I did not do.
  

  
  

  Frank W. Jerrano
  

  18.9.17
  

  
  

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