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sorenbarrett

If I changed over time

And you loved the old me

Now estranged in clime

When did you stop loving what I be?

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2023 20:46
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  • L. B. Mek

    forgive me my friend
    reading your acute wording of a struggle
    I relate with, easily
    I couldn't help inking a l little poetic reply
    (a gradual, graduation
    is never deemed admirable
    by a society driven, by a mindset of
    'what have you done for me lately'
    yet, still
    some of us, take a while
    to recalibrate our way of being
    trying to insure, those we appreciate
    stay by our side
    yet, by the time we arrive
    life's moved on
    stranded, we begin to question
    did we change for no reason?
    for ourselves?
    or was this how it was always supposed to be?
    us changing, gradually
    while things around us
    fast-forward, relentlessly
    do we continue to chase
    or relent and accept
    try as we might, we may never be cut out
    for those regular highways of life
    so maybe
    we need to seek, alternative routes
    allowing us time to admire life's scenic highlights)

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you L.B. you hit the nail on the head. Love is a word we take too lightly in English, like the frase "I'm sorry" over used and misused. They are things that should be said only with great deliberation. Love to me is the unconditional love felt mostly by mothers, or for those who are lucky enough to encounter a soul mate. Mostly is is used for "I love you for what you can give me today" Thank you dear friend for your comments.



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