My Gentle Soul Can Surely Rest



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.

  • Author: Teddy.15 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2023 09:04
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 19
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, L. B. Mek.
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  • orchidee

    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.

    • Teddy.15

      LOL good afternoon my dear orchi, you know better to have loved and lost her than never to have loved 🤗 thanks darling friend. X

      • orchidee

        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

      • Neville

        its a real treat to read you again too .. now maybe at least one of us can rest easy .. ❤️

        • Teddy.15

          Thank you dear Neville, ditto my dear poetry friend 🤗

        • Goldfinch60

          Those bad times are so inconsequential when you consider the good times in life Teddy.


          • Teddy.15

            And I am indeed at peace, thank you dear Andy. 🤗

          • Laura🌻

            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 🌻

            • Teddy.15

              My dear Laura, yes these times we all experience but tossing them away gives us hope of a better tomorrow. Thank you Cara Laura ❤️

            • L. B. Mek

              (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

              • Teddy.15

                Wow Mek, you read my exact message thank you dear friend. ❤️

              • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

                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

                • Teddy.15

                  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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