on call on a friday night
how do I replace all the friends
I’ve lost along the way
at what point will it be the end
of the road for me
it’s silly to dwell on such thoughts
but sometimes ego
unexpectedly takes over
suggesting I fall to my knees
road signs keep cropping up
further and further from the city
expanding the time it takes
to find inner peace
meanwhile I sit idly by
counting virtual dollars in the
palm of my hand
waiting somewhat impatiently
october two thousand seventeen
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Thank you, Lara!
Heart-wrenching. Death hits each of us in a very personal way.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this piece, Rose.
I have a feeling I have misinterpreted the poem. But I suppose that we all do that sometimes with art.
it’s what the reader gets out of any particular piece that’s most important….
alright
How much can you feel John, I’m amazed. Everytime.
thank you very much for sharing your thoughts here again Kanika – it’s a pleasure having you here
how do I replace all the friends
I’ve lost along the way
I have often thought about this. Friends of whom I was very fond have seemed to have evaporated out of my life and I don’t know how or why. No way to search or reconnect as I knew them only by first name or nickname. Live a fairly reclusive life and really don’t seem to have any friends any more just acquaintances. It’s scary being alone.
yes people come and people go – I still have two very good friends but we connect very infrequently. thank you for sharing your thoughts on this one, Carl.