The last poem I wrote
spoke of love in joyful times.
It may have been a quick, evoke
as each day compounds the crime.
By the coming of the fall,
there may be no love at all.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2021 07:12
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 34
Comments6
I'm 'liking' the poem Jerry, though not the thought that there may be no love at all.
Thanks, Orchi.
Good see.
Perish the thought (even though I had it.)
It’s limited- should have chosen another category.
There it's edited.
I completely get what you're not saying Jerry.
Thanks, S. C.
Enjoy your weekend.
it happens ........... and sometimes, just like that ......... Neat mate, very neat indeed 🙂
Thanks, Neville.
It surely seems to come at you quick.
No dispute there, Jerry - when it comes to the human condition, I'm a pessimist too.
Thanks, Dave.
Pessimism- seems to be the better option.
Perhaps not better Jerry, but realistic at least.
Love is always there Jerry but many just do not see it.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
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