A true fools torture
is to be bitter
to reminisce
of what could have been
what is, is what is meant
and
what will be
we shall see
in futures eye
that will then be, in the past
and therefore...
in the yesterdays of love itself.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Confused? lol
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: LIZ, GenXer Shamrocker ☘️, Bella Shepard
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Comments11
I think I follow lol. Excellent.
🤣 Thank you dear Thomas. ❤️
Yep....and ends up missing all the fun!!
What a fool!!! 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖
LOL right Lizzy 🤣 what on earth is love without that somewhat confusion ❤️❤️❤️❤️
nope .. delighted to have been pointed in the write direction .. ❤️
Do not follow me even now I have no idea lol 🤣 thanks darling Nev. ❤️ The only advice I could offer was about grannies and eggs (sorted)
Dearest Teddy this is priceless. I have to keep reading it over and over, just for the joy of it. A simple truth exprtessed exquisitely. A thousand fav's!!!!!!!!!!
LOL I keep reading it too, I'm so confused lol 🤣 thank you my dearest Bella ❤️❤️❤️❤️
It made me think what if? What if I could redo what happened "In The Yesterdays Of Love Itself." So many chances at the real thing that went sideways for one reason or another. - Phil A.
Thank you dear Phil, I suppose what if's are all around us for many reasons. Very kind of you to come by ❤️
Compelling title, seminal lines, loaded message - Blissful!
Dearest Garth, thank you so much. ❤️
That past may be missed and may have been different if another door was opened but we all get to where we are now and I for one am very happy as I am sure that you are as well Teddy.
Andy
I am dear Andy, thank you for coming by dear friend. ❤️
I will read many times Teddy
take it all in,
and move on.
well said my friend.
Isn't that the truth, anything but is a waste dear friend. ❤️ Thank you ❤️
A wonderfully written piece of "convoluted clarity" here Teddy.15.
Though the past sometimes can be a trophy room, and the future can be an empty canvass, of which exciting plans can be drawn, the here and now, is where the heart beats, and in this poem, when it comes to seizing the day, you've hit the nail on the head!
I also like the portrait you've chosen to accompany the poem too, a clear contemplative visual.
Bravo and I hope that all is well.
So very kind of you to come by and leave such a lovely review. Thank you dear friend. ❤️
I have little faith but one thing I do believe is that everything happens for the best. Even if not true the belief in this keeps regrets, bitterness, anger and hatred away. So in it's belief one is "saved" Great poem Teddy and one that hit close to the heart
Thank you so much my dear sorrenbarret, in the yesterdays of love itself, oh I could talk to you for hours on this subject, I wish we could. Biggest of hugs to you my dear friend. 🌹
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