By Rodney SchmidtJanuary 17, 1968 Some days there is this gleam,within my eye,a sparkle all its own,camouflaged by a smile. But then there comes a time,when all just seems to fail.What happened to that gleam?It almost formed a tear. What’s right, is right, what’s wrong is wrong,the best can you detect?And what I do, I … Continue reading My Day of Trial