Poem -

Some of The Things I Just Can’t Do

Try as hard as I might,
I can’t see the light
you insist, does exist
at the end
of each of my tunnels,
which keep getting longer ..

Try as hard as I like,
I just can’t seem
to work through each
of the to do lists
I continually update,
they keep getting longer too ..

Try as hard as I might,
I just can’t seem
to move forward ..
To let go, to forgive
or forget, each of those
wrongs, left so very one-sided ..

 

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Bernadete van d...

Yes, there are lots of people out there feeling the burden. Good write Nev. 

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Neville

These words a for each and every one of them .. thank you N. 

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Marion

Reads like an endless list of '
things to do before I die' Nev... don't go dying anytime soon my friend... as for the lists... throw them away... hugs x

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Neville

I'm not a fan of injustice .. like your good self our M .. and as for the lists, without them I would be doing the world a great disservice x 

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Marion

Oh OK... sounds serious. I wish you all the luck ...and light in the world then Nev.... hugs X

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Neville

Now that'z more like it .. ta, N x 

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