P.H.Rose

lived Life....

              Lived Life....

 

Take hold this life, as it will pass,
Words be littered as blades of grass.
Time moves on like waters roar,
Emptying the bucket, out its pour.
Memories, of health and wealth,
Added to, your happy self.
Moments of madness, days of joy,
Both as equal, that you employ.
When last breath comes, upon its date,
Have no regrets, for nows too late...

  • Author: P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 28th, 2017 03:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just woke up and wrote this.. Was Sat there in my head....
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • mocuisle

    i really love this. i relate to this so much

    • P.H.Rose

      Thank you for that
      Lovely comment
      And saving it
      I am very honoured

    • Augustus

      Don't you just love it when a jewel such as this just comes to you in its entirety in the shower or on awakening. I believe our brains are working the night. Love the "happy self", something I strive for. Enjoyed. Hugs.

      • P.H.Rose

        Thank you so much
        Augustus... great
        Comment...

      • Michael Edwards

        Good read PH

        • P.H.Rose

          Thank you Michael

        • Goldfinch60

          Very good write.and the last line is so meaningful.

          • P.H.Rose

            Thank you GF60



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