Discarded 2
Just look
how quickly they have forgotten you
One day
No doubt they will forget me too
In the meantime
Having done our own little bit
To help
All those distressed and disturbed
We must remember,
Neither you
Nor I are Kennedy’s, a Gandhi or Mandela
No .. not even a Cohen, Shelley or a Keats
And whilst
There may be those who argue ..
Neither are we Hitler, Manson or Bin Laden
So we might just as well be sinners, you and me
Ha .. she say’s
In no time at all we shall each be forgotten,
Like a broken and discarded cup
Yet priceless …
Just as those
Several sheets of crumpled paper
Containing scribbled and disjointed words
Now overflow onto the hearth, are worthless …
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We may not be known by all but will be known and loved by those who knew us - that is what is important.
Good one Neville.
Andy
Thanks Andy .... Have a smashing Sunday my friend .....
The love and care shown will be remembered by those who received when distressed our needed help whatever means used will last forever in hearts and minds if love was behind any action - - a priceless reminder from your insightful pen Nev that naught is discarded that matters to at least one someone somewhere...........x
what a nice and well reasoned way of looking at memory and remembering our Fay .... and a big thank you again for the thumbs up .... N x
Even with family once we are no longer within living memory we are no longer but interesting information. I guess at least some of my art and poetry will outlive me. Sombre thoughts for a Sunday. All this aside a great write N.
I think you are pretty sure to be remembered Michael, without doubt for your artwork but as an individual too I imagine by those who hold you dear n love ya .. although, I take your point about living memory and info ..
Thank you for the visit .. enjoy the rest of Sunday .... Not just the rest of Sunday mind ... if you get wot I mean 🙂
You knows I won't forget ya! lol.
Pity I shall be remembered for my singing, but that can't be helped! hehee.
.... How very kind of ya O ... and I'm sure you will be remembered for a while too 🙂
N ever shall you be forgotten
E very penned poem
V iewed and
I nscribed upon these walls, shall
L ive in our memories
L ong shall they comfort Us, for
E ternity and beyond
How amazingly extraordinarily bloomin kind my dear friend Romantic Bloom ... what a kind and creative poetic gesture you have just gifted this old fella ....
What happens to all the thoughts that have been? Some are memorialized in printed form, but what happens to those when paper and ink give way to E-books etc.. Someday in the future there will be no memory of Shakespere etc .. Is there somewhere in the Universe where all the thoughts of Mankind reside?
Enough, all this means is that your poem causes us all to stop and think. Thus, there must be truth within it. Other than that, I'm feeling like a "discarded cup" = Phil A.
an interesting conundrum my friend .... and I really can not thank you enough MF27 ... some men are of course far greater than just discarded cups ... some of them are mugs ...
Neville
Mine says it's a "Bah Hum Mug." I don't understand that, I'm such a cheerful guy. "Cheers!"
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I am a fan of your writes, voicing those stripped back and raw wandering thought's - simplified for your readers consumable ease,
Value: must be questioned within each afforded avenue, what is worth without comparison or that dwindling timer in the corner of our eyes...
brilliant, just my cup of tea of inevitably distorted: self-introspection musings
Thank you kindly L.B my friend .. I hope to keep on writing till the end .. or till I muse on at least 🙂
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