Don't Give Up
We wait for what we long for.
We long for what we need.
Impatience and anxiety
Give root to errant deed,
We wait for what we long for.
We long for what we need.
Impatience and anxiety
Give root to errant deed,
At 70, I gave up reading poetry and attempting to write it. At 77, I was diagnosed with cancer and do not really know how long I have left. Instinctively, I turned back to poetry to ease the...
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these hips are big hips
they need space to
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they don't fit into little
Work what you've got and be proud of it. Someone else probably wishes they had what you've got.
Roll the dice,
Play a new game.
Life for you
Will never be the same.
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Why can't we sleep forever
And live inside our dreams,
Sheltered from the heartbreak
That life can sometimes bring.
Together, we all live different lives,
Whether we are doctors, students, or parents,
That can still make up a continuous field of roses.
A field of roses, shining yellow, red, white and pink,
I will recite your poem at an upcoming event because this is well written, visual, and relates to everyone. I will be crediting you as well. Keep writing!
Sometimes people go through life wondering what they're here for
or who we are supposed to spend our lives with
or even what we will do when we get older.
I know I ask myself those questions all the time,
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Even in my darkest moments
I still have that little voice
encouraging me to go on.
To stand up and keep fighting.
Keep smiling throughout the day
To keep your tensions at bay,
Like a stroke of magical ray,
To make others happy and gay.
I sit upon my front porch stoop
Beneath the morning sun.
Grateful for the moment spent
Away from everyone.
I do so enjoy your poems - keep writing. Best wishes, Ann
Death is an inevitable fate.
Someday we have to go.
You hope you did
your best in life,