I have little talent for friendship,
Few resources to combat oblivion,
Depression or loneliness.
Perhaps we are not alone in the end.
As long as we can
Join family and friends
At meals,
Laugh and argue
Or, sit silently in a room
With a sad friend,
Or, as long as someone
Invites me along
Or, says
“Glad you’re back”
As long as we’re welcome
Somewhere,
For all our whims and frailties,
There’s still hope.
- Author: Trenz Pruca ( Offline)
- Published: August 26th, 2021 13:20
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, L. B. Mek
Comments3
I have been very much a loner without much need for being included in..... then along came my grandchildren... can't get enough of them.
sorry Dusk, I couldn't help my overzealous nature and just say
I thought this read, so poetic
something on the theme of the metaphorical cycle
of life's unexpectedly, nourishing gifts..
(any what do I know) lol, just found it poignant for some reason
Thank you Dusk. I have had a similar experience with mine. Then they went through puberty -- ugh.
Now since they came through that storm ok, I cannot get enough of them again.
I'm with Robert, always believing in hope. 👍
indeed, there truly is
it just needs, One - kind gesture: to remind us...
and thank you! for wording my dose of 'reminder' for today!
loved the unassuming tone and flow
of your hopeful positivity, nothing pushy or overbearing
just a gentle nudge..
this is such an invigorating read, dear poet
Thank you very much for your kind words.
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