F orlorn like a leaf, slowly accepting the breeze beneath.
I ndefinate as I change my shade, in response to the season's love and rage.
N othing as I slowly disappear, in mud and dirt and waters clear.
E ndless as I slip away, and feed the soils that end my days.
And so when you enquire, how are you?
Then this fine word will leave no clue
As to how I feel inside
But such is how you taught me hide
With each day as I arise
And when I embrace my last demise
Be reassured, I'm fine my dear
Because that is all you need to hear.
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I suppose it's all we can say, and do say, in reply to some people's 'How are you?' only knowing some people on a surface level.
We wouldn't say to everyone: 'Well, actually I'm not OK', and then give them a 3 hour (or apx?)explanation of how we really are!
Yes indeed we are false because society demands it. I just wish people would simply use a different salutation.
Also I personally say these words more so to my nearest and dearest.
Even worse is 'Not so bad@. But either way they are both quite inane responses. Fine write.
Sometimes I shock people by giving an answer closer to the truth!
My favourite response when being asked how I am (and forgive me here but I just peoples faces when I use it) ) is to reply:
'Not so duckin' fusty'.
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I'm so familiar with this picture. Many my age are. Beautifully written. Thankfully things are changing.
Thanks for reading Debs
I get your message sylviasearcher, how could I not.... fine is okay when applied to the weather...however as a response when asked how one feels or for an opinion, it means very little... I enjoyed reading and digesting these words.. very much so Neville
Thanks 🤗
no need, twas but a pleasure & all mine...
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