May my words set me free
It's easier in a song to just let it be
Reality is you won't miss me
As I pass with no great mystery
A unread text is all you'll see
An old photo of forgotten memories
Tales told for a generation or two
After that there is no more muse
Dust never settles and time is irrelevant
Precious words given in rhythmic element
A melody that says I made it into existence
Scribing in atoms wondering if I made a difference
Each note and symbol was a gift from nothing
Turning into everything to give me something
I maybe halfway round my clock or a quarter to go, could even be the day after tomorrow
All I know is ill never know
So I breathe in deep to let it go
Grateful for the ancestral glow
Ripples to waves in the ebb and flow
The ink remembers what we forget
You can't not miss what never left
Letting tears flow to water the soul
Save in the knowledge we're never alone
I'm proud of every moment,
even if they don't call.
For like everything in life,
we rarely know the value of something
until it's gone.
And if I had one wish,
it would be that my words live on.
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I know I don't come back here enough I have lots of poetry and it's not really appreciate on ticktok but it's finding the time and energy at the moment. Yet an email reminder said come back and see what's up! So I picked a couple and put them together! Forever writing out the stormy weather.
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Comments4
So true that we seldom know the value of something until it is gone. Nicely written
Thank you so much. Always appreciate your time
You are most welcome Dan
Good write Dan.
Good morning my friend and truly appreciated. Have a wonderful day
Dan, this really moved me. There is a deep vulnerability here, but also tremendous gratitude...the fear of being forgotten gradually gives way to peace. Beautifully expressed, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I ride the waves of darkness to find the light. Really appreciate your precious time.
Much peace and respect
Your words will always exist Dan.
Andy
As will yours my friend. Thank you for being here
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