I must not let the mere thought of death
steer me from living
when, indeed I greet the earthly worms
I’d like to think my time here
was worth every moment
successful in being me
whether I chose to be a drunk
or a prostitute an artist or a poet
or simply a good person who just loved, love
when I am gone I will never know
because…
my finale will be left
with those I leave behind.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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A fine write, Teddy.
Awe thanks dear Jerry. 💖
I once knew a drunken prostitute who previously painted for a living and wrote some pretty amazing poetry .. They called her never say no Nancy and when I was homeless many years ago, she let me sleep on her sofa for a few nights .. She had a heart as big as a planet and I have written about her often over the years ... I very much like todays offering Teddy .. please excuse my waffle ... Neville ❤️
I absolutely love your waffle dear Nev, I was so unsure of this post written today in light of yet another young soul losing their life in a car accident in my local town.your words so much appreciated dear friend.❤️ And you just gave your beautiful friend a magnificent tribute by the way, sounds like someone I would have loved too.
thank you Teddy .. I wrote the following for her many years ago .. ❤️
Good Time Girl
Just flicking through old brown photographs
Killing time growing old pretending not to care
Collecting dust and dandruff from her
Precious locks of hair
…
The walls of her apartment are littered
With the centrefolds of women’s magazines
She claims not be to a martyr
But admits to being many other things
…
Today she spends her time remembering
The many times she gave relief and once got
Fifteen quid plus syphilis from a politician
On the other side of town
Wow Nev, amazing, a twang of Charles Bukowski if you don't mind me saying, thank you so much for sharing this, I'm truly honoured that my scribbles have made such a great impact today. ❤️
This is a beautiful poetic reminder, of the importance of individualism.
Brilliantly worded Teddy.15, and may all our finales sparkle, just as much as our journeys did.
Bravo, and I hope that all is well!
Dear AuburnScribbler so lovely to see you and thank you for this most gracious review. Always very happy to see you my friend. 💖
I love this!!! Once we're gone there's nothing we can do. But we have now, and we can choose to live with intention. Whatever that looks like! Beautiful!
Thank you dear Liz, sometimes the tragedies of life lead us to places that are good for nothing, so yes we should all take more time and care for ourselves and those around us.Thank you darling. ❤️
Hope those worms have to wait a good while. They will taste KP and spit her out, saying 'What's all this botox muck?!' lol.
If she goes before me, I will chuck her on the compost heap. lol.
I'm sooooo horrible to her. Fido says to me 'Don't ya just love it though?' lol.
LOL oh at least you bloody cheer me up LOL 😂 ere Orchidear, you may get the job of best man when she ties yet another knot with one of her victims. 💖
....not that I'm a mysogynist though (woman-hater). it's just that I detest old trouts. lol.
It would never have even entered my mind, I've seen her in the news paper today and let's just say she will never drown🤣
Is she human?! lol.
She was
how we're in sync my cherished friend
next Friday i'll share a work titled 'After'
that will be like a humble version
of this wonderfully poignant poem you shared
thank you! and when that time comes
you won't be journeying alone
as all your angels and loved ones
will be waiting to ferry you across
like the VVIP you are
Oh how could I have missed this from my very beautiful friend Mek, I'm so sorry it's so late to respond I've only just found your review. No matter where you are you are deeply missed, and thank you for this as always treasured review. 🌹 ❤️
A thought that most don't think of. We are two things: what we experience and feel, the joy and pain, and two what others see of us and remember of us. The first goes away in death the second remains even if just for a while. A lovely write so deep in its meaning.
Dear sorrenbarret ah and what a poem you do stumble upon today, thank you you literally just dug me up lol 🤣 biggest of hugs, reflection is my favourite hobby. 🌹
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