Poem -

When the Balance Wheel is Broken

when the balance wheel
   is broken ..
when the main spring
   has been sprung ..
when there are too many
complications
and when the date
   and time are both wrong ..
maybe it’s time
to think of saying goodbye
and though not
afraid of death or of dying
   I need to die slower ..
since my fine house is not
   yet In order ..
I need to post more first
class letters,
write that last poem down
then go wipe my
computer, before I say my
   final goodbyes ..

 

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Marion

I sincerely hope you're not dying OR leaving Neville, I would greatly miss your words AND presence on here...
don't you dare do either ok. Many hugs to you and thanks also...for sharing your wonderful works Xx

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Neville

Not knowingly .. thanks for caring M x

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Hj

💛

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Neville

.................................... thank you💛

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Jim "The Lad" ....

I think I'm sprung and I like your poem sir Nev ! hope you haven't posted your last! Is bending and walking a chore like it is for me?!.......................................Jim

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Neville

Hi Jim .. sometimes everything can seem like a chore can't it mate .. I messed my left le up almost two years ago and have struggled to walk any real distance until recently .. just got back on my feet but it took a bloomin lot of effort and determination .. I hope your circumstances improve very soon and muchly .. Oh' n thanks for swinging by ..

Neville 

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