As I walk along this road of life
I often think about who I am?
reminiscing of all the bad and strife
then suddenly the breaks I slam
there I stand and as I smile
remembering almost every mile
my aches and grief last just a while
joyful memories stacked in a pile
no matter on which roads I’ve crossed
the life I’ve led has been my best
the bad times I have gladly tossed
my gentle soul can surely rest.
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Good write T.
Me own gentle soul cannot rest, since KP. It's been shattered, damaged, irreparable. I'm all in a heap emotionally! heehee.
LOL good afternoon my dear orchi, you know better to have loved and lost her than never to have loved 🤗 thanks darling friend. X
Doh!! I loved, but I ain't lost her exactly. Though I hardly see her in person - mainly at the botox clinic when I go to collect her. lol
its a real treat to read you again too .. now maybe at least one of us can rest easy .. ❤️
Thank you dear Neville, ditto my dear poetry friend 🤗
Those bad times are so inconsequential when you consider the good times in life Teddy.
Andy
And I am indeed at peace, thank you dear Andy. 🤗
Dear Teddy,
…‘the bad times I have gladly tossed’…
The bad times are the past…
where they will stay.
Your focus is the present to be enjoyed to the fullest ❣️
Laura 🌻
My dear Laura, yes these times we all experience but tossing them away gives us hope of a better tomorrow. Thank you Cara Laura ❤️
Brilliant!
(knock on those red shoes
and let yourself glide
to a reality that's sure to provide
meaning and worth
for each breath and scar, cherished
sincere)
Wow Mek, you read my exact message thank you dear friend. ❤️
I think we are very lucky if we have a lot of good amazing memories .. because I know that some people can struggle / hurt a lot in life .
I like your writing )) nicely expressed
The red shoes out of the wizard of oz lol .. great film
Dearest Rose, truth be that when I was young I struggled deeply to be happy, born in London living a very hard life in a huge family was definately challenging, I never found love worth keeping, and i one day went to find my very own Oz, the rest is history. Thank you so much. ❤️
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