and hoping not to die
at first there were a dozen of us
(actually a baker’s dozen)
and we knew everything
there was to know
about each and every one of us
one by one each of us fell
but most of us got back up
but that was seemingly
centuries ago when we didn’t
realize not all stars shine
and the moon can be visible
on the brightest of days
(not having all the facts)
nonetheless we made a pact
heart to heart
and eye to eye
promising nothing
except for inevitably
going our separate ways
december two thousand sixteen
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for inevitably
going our separate ways
Never the intent for me but it happened anyway. Where are they, never to reconnect? I feel cheated.
I don’t know where many of them are…it’s certainly not a good feeling.
hoping not to die indeed … your title is so apropos in light of today’s events …
Happy Holidays, John … here’s to hope 🙂
Cheers to hope, Loredana – happy holidays to you and yours dear friend.
Eternal is not so long in reality.
It sure seems like it (at times).