Poem -
just a thought
everything ends
hold no pretense
the plans we made,
one day will fade;
like May flies and holiday parades
idealism forged out of birthdays
hold no 'real' shelter from pain
or even from the falling rain;
there is no comfort in the arms of idealism
with any luck, wisdom may be gained
gilded somewhere in the middle;
just don’t be coy, selfish or greedy
give away that handful of gold;
don't hold that currency;
keep your hands empty
your words pure, humble--
when you get old one day
paradise may bid you; follow
grace rewards the broken, they say
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hey, sis, great comment and 'like' and 'stars?' thank you also Jason for the 'stars' and 'likes' lol, I see faces with the 'stars' yeah! this is new....time to check on my old stuff to see who the mysterious 'starman' is who gave me 1 star on a poem back in the day, lol....cheers sis, thanks again
Hi Christopher, I really enjoyed this, I think that as we lose people from our lives we begin to think more about our own mortality. This poem really captures that beautifully. We cant take material things with us when we go, but leading a rich rewarding life with the people who we love is leaving something of a legacy
Really enjoyed
Lorna x
thank you for the comment, Lorna, I appreciate you taking the time, glad you enjoyed, cheers
"hold no 'real' shelter from pain
or even from the falling rain;
there is no comfort in the arms of idealism
with any luck, wisdom may be gained"
Hopefully some wisdom can be gained. Really like this. x
thanks for lovely comment, Cassandra, feels good when I know someone likes the poem, cheers poet
"There is no comfort in the arms of idealism.."... wow!!.....I haven't read you in a while..... I'd forgotten just how amazingly well you turn a phrase!!......thanx for the great read..... mesmerizing stuff brother poet!!...... FISTFUL-O-STARS!!.....LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?☀✴✳♥
hey, T, nice comment, bro, thanks for making it, and how can you possible forget 'how amazingly well I can turn a phrase?' lol, certain things people just don't 'forget' kidding....hugs, and much love
Hi Christopher 'there is no comfort in the arms of idealism' I love the way you can make such a simple seeming statement actually encompass so much meaning! such a good use of language...I am truly envious of your skill. Loved this very much.
Lodigiana xx
thanks, lodigiana, you're very sweet, hugs, glad you read and liked, cheers poet
Come in empty handed,leave the same way.Only thing stays is
other people’s memories of us I would think.Hopefully pass on
some wise ones .Great poem.Best to always Christopher.