New Days


Each day 

I struggle through 

Without you,

Is a day 

The poorer...


Yet each 

New day

Is a chance

To enrich

My life 

From your

Treasure trove

Of golden...


  • Author: PhilPoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2020 15:08
  • Category: Sad
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  • Nafest

    In the category of 'Sad'?

    What I see from this HOPE.

    • PhilPoet

      Hi, thanks for your comment.

      I thought carefully how to tag this poem.
      I have to be honest and say that writing it raised a lot of pain and sadness.

      The poem is really about living sadness and the burden of trying to, and having to hope.

    • Goldfinch60

      Those memories are sacrosanct, mine will be with me as well.

    • PhilPoet

      I could never wish to be without my memories but they take turns to comfort me and hit me in the chest.

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