it makes sense
as long as every part
of you feels here
and pushes you through,
but when some part
of you despairs,
and pulls out
one worn out chair
to sit for hours
at a stretch and stare
at something that is
not quite there,
your entire being
then wants to share
in that one part’s
resolve to rue!
©Aaysid
Image by Lucija Rasonja from Pixabay
I really like this poem, followed 🙂
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Thank you so much! 😊
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Great poem!! ❤
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Thank you so much! 😊❤
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Love it Aaysid! Very nice, my friend.❤️
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Thank you so much, Grace! 😊❤
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Truly my pleasure.💕
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Excellent, Aaysid. I love the imagery and context you create in this lovely poem. ❤
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Jeff! 😊😊
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You’re always welcome, my friend. Always! 🤗😊
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😊😊
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Woww..! Very beautifully written..! Such a marvelous piece..!
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Thank you so much. 😊😊
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You’re very welcome..!
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Grab me a chair, please. I’ll be gone for days. I love your writing, Aaysid. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Terveen. It means a lot.😊
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Brilliantly penned ❣️
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Thank you so much.😊
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You are most welcome ❤️
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wonderful poem Aaysid! 💖
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Thank you, dear Cindy.😊
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Of course, my pleasure!💕
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