Poem -

something like that

you wake up
take a breath
make a coffee
gaze the sky

ponder the truth
measure the facts
wonder if dead ones
go there when they die

or maybe you don't
your head full of plans
your life making sense
your life still on tracks

and maybe you don't 
think of dead things at all
the head count intact
some could envy you that

you might light up a cigarette
maybe mostly you won't
feed the dog feed the cat

maybe something like that

M

 

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Shirley Harrison

Wonderful reflections in here and wonderful rhyme  💜 

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Marion

Thanks so much love X

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Rory McGinlay

I'm a terrible one for fearing to loose what's not already lost

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Marion

I understand. Thanks so much R x

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Glen Hill

Humans are very complex, and look at things in different ways, or something like that, loved it.

Glen Hill

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Marion

Thankyou Glen...so appreciated x

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Jac Tales

Life is hard. As you grow older it gets harder still. A Nice Verse.

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Marion

Thanks so much J x

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Bernadete van d...

…other day write a poem,
make some plans,
feed the hans
and carry on.
Well put, Marion. Super!    

 

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Marion

Thanks so much B x

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John Loopstra

First thing I do indeed (between 05.30hrs and 06.15hrs at weekdays) is yell at the cat not to be impatient, I first need put the kettle on for morning tea and feed her her solid morning food (when I get home after 17.30hrs on working days, it's yell at her, kiss the wife and then grab the tin of catfood to shut her up ) 🏩✌️😂. Only then life resumes🤔🤗 So, good 1 again

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Marion

😆😆😆 can relate ...thanks John x

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Neville

I have no doubt about it maybe more often like that than not for most of us if we ditch the feigned smiles and false conformity that is so often expected of us .. this really hit home and hard Marion .. Just be sure you are not on your own .. Relatable ink is the essence of fine poetry in my bloody book .. it don’t stop it from stinging none though 😎💛🐝🌻👍xx
 

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Marion

Thankyou loads Nev... appreciated X

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Nine Eleven

Life can become a rut that sticks to our fingers. 

I love this poem Marion. 

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Marion

Agreed NE...and thanks so much my friend x

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