Cast aside troubles and cast aside strife
treat each day as the last of your life
it may not be so but don’t get uptight
one day you’ll be sure to get it right.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Number 2 from the Shortlies collection.
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Hi Michael,
A great write and very relevant with all that's going on around us with Covid.
Keep writing ✍ and safe during lockdown.
FineB
'Tis indeed - thanks FB
Good write M.
It will be the last day of our life if there is a fire. We'll never get out. The Fire Door has to be kept closed at all times. Doh!
I smashed a bus window. It said 'In case of fire, break window'. I told them 'Well, it's "just in case" there is a fire on the bus. Best smash the window to be on the safe side! Make sense to me. lol.
In case of fire - where do you get these cases?
From the luggage shop or is it closed thanks to lockdown?
Ah yes cases. And is the Fire Door locked down - or locked up?! Lemme out!
She stood on the bridge at midnight
looking awful and feeling woosey
a tramp shuffled by and took her home
well at this hour you can't be choosey
Mary had a poetic muse
who gave her rhymes uncanny
but there was, she found
a price to pay
as he slipped inside her .........
On sunday rhymes are hard to find
i find my mind goes blank
with so much time upon ones hands
might as well just have a ........
I couldn't come up with anything along the lines of your superb piece today so i offer you three poetic scribbles instead.
Always love your 'response writes'
Mind you - I'm still trying to work out the missing words. 🤔🤔
Sorry not yet Michael, still too many people to upset. 😏
Andy
wonderfully life affirming words, in contrast to that rather spooky picture lol,
good write and pic Michael
Wow yeahh a lot of people need this these days, an uplifting positive message and advice in poetic superbness and brevity. Kudos.
Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem here. Thanks.
Right up my street, we may never meet
If today was my last, your words would be bitter sweet...
Thanks for the easy but deep reads!
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