In The Middle
In the middle
of a life that's as complicated as everyone else's,
struggling for balance, juggling time.
The mantle clock that was my grandfather's
In the middle
of a life that's as complicated as everyone else's,
struggling for balance, juggling time.
The mantle clock that was my grandfather's
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Why do we begin if we don't plan to finish?
Why do we love if we don't want to get hurt?
Why do we live if someday we must die?
Why do we smile if we really hurt inside?
Most of the answers to this poem in my eyes would be hope.
Your springtime has gone.
Your summers have passed.
Autumn's now waving goodbye.
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We can all live and just be
Who we are meant to be in life.
Allowing love to set us free,
Rather than giving into strife.
You are the only one
who can save you
no one else can
do it for you
Though all the fates should prove unkind,
Leave not your native land behind.
The ship, becalmed, at length stands still;
The steed must rest beneath the hill;
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There will be days
when your heart will break.
And there will be days when
your heart will soar.
Inspiring. Truthful and well-written. I like it. Good read.
How about sad but hopeful.
Lonely but looking inward.
Resting but planning your next step.
There is no reason to feel troubled
if your path has not been made clear to you yet.
When you remain true to your spirit,
courageous in action,
It’s the simple things
that bring me joy
it’s being with you
that fills my soul