Dear dead me… a poem

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. Dear Joseph A century spun, Joseph, a life complete, Now hushed in slumber, where shadows meet. No breath you draw, no sun you feel, Just echoes softly, the years reveal. A hundred rings, a whispered name, Through fields of memory, a flickering flame. The touch of time, a …

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The Last Thing I Learnt – a poem…

What is the last thing you learned? The last thing I learnt was how to let go,  To watch the river, not fight its flow.  The trees, they whispered, their leaves a song,  Of endings, beginnings, where they belong.  I held a stone, smooth from the tide,  Its edges softened, its scars inside.  It told …

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Things that I hate to be asked – a poem.

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain. Oh, the questions that plague my days,  The queries that set my soul ablaze.  Let me count the ways I despise,  The things that make me roll my eyes.  “Did you get a haircut?” No, I shed,  Like a golden retriever on my bed.  “Are …

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Three things… a poem

What are three objects you couldn't live without? Oh, life’s a ride, a wild parade, With three dear things that never fade. First up, the Bible, my holy guide, For wisdom, peace, and truths inside. It tells me “love thy neighbor,” sure, But also helps me stay mature— When Wi-Fi’s slow, I turn to prayer, …

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