Is it not ?
My duty now
To weep
In a moment
Tired, weak.
In a void
Of dampening eye
While clouds
They drift
In a quiet sky.
Is it not ?
A farewell
Now broken
In a heartbeat
A shallow token.
Is it not ?
In words unspoken
Teardrop to cheek
Hot and burning
Spirit yearning.
To rise
On legs
Now shaking
To live a day
With thoughts
Unfailing.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: February 4th, 2026 04:03
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Comments3
A beautiful poem of life and our duty to live it to its utmost a carpe diem. Nicely written Norman
Thanking you and as always much appreciated
You are most welcome
An unfailing good write N.
Can ya say the same about the number 11 bus (random route number there). Did it turn up? lol.
And - but I had a bit of trouble with me carpe diem. By the time I found out what it meant, it was night-time and no day left to seize! Doh! has that happened to you too?! lol
often lol
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