They love what they do and do what they love
I know my life is not depressing but I feel depressed with life
None of this should be taken personal yet my name is up to judge
With stamps of state or Royal approval all actions mount to none
When the weight of another written battle becomes a thunder storm
Wondering if or where it's all ment to fit in, waiting for sun to keep me warm
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Trying to clear my chest and poetry works best and the title is because who really does have it together all of the time!
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, Accidental Poet.
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Sorry that you feel depressed ..,
I understand the feeling .
Thank you for the support I know it will leave soon enough!
Whatever it is, be it a shape, a mood a tear, a joke or joy, yes, whatever it is... it fits into our life.... why, cos there's no choice unless we snuff it!
So toughen up and take the rough with the smooth. Resist the opportunity of boring yourself by looking back at yesterdays misfortunes and instead look forward to something positive even if its just as simple a thing as all the fun you will have next summer with that beautiful daughter of yours who will be much more grown up and probably full of questions to keep you on your toes.
There'll be sunshine again sooner or later my friend.
Definitely moving fast my friend, thank you for the support.
I'm sure it will
Dan,
You’re spot on with your author’s comment,
“who really does have it together all of the time!”
No one!!
Onward and Upward my friend.
Laura🌻
I'm with Laura!
👍🏻🌻
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You're far more that you ever thought you were Dan. A smile reveals your true identity. 😊
That be true and as little too, really appreciate your support my friend
That sun will be there for you Dan, you have been through the darkness and the light will now be forever with you.
Andy
Just need to stop blocking it out, always appreciated my friend
'waiting for sun to keep me warm'
until then, dear Poet
I'll just wrap your words around me tight
and use the warmth you imbued into each syllable
to keep my hope's dying embers, alive
even if it be for just, one more crucial night...!
(such a sincere and comforting read
a fine example of how to turn our weakness'
into art: that empowers, so many others)
Sometimes it's like you know what really drives my words and all the energy behind it! May our struggles continue to be a service to our inner flow, connecting openly with amazing souls.
Thank you so much for the support
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