Six weeks old for thirty years,
Baptised and blessed by all the tears
across the years and years
Instead of grieving,  I am blessed
by a passing presence: the weave and weft.
of before, during, after wards.
I opened my heart to the misery
of those who live without hope.
Learnt to walk in another’s steps,
Learnt never to avert my gaze,
Always give all that you have to give,
See with the eyes of a child.
not to count on money, my friend -
its value comes and goes -
instead, count your hours, days,
minutes, seconds, breaths
Do not be bereft.
For time is the currency of love, my friend,
and time is without end.
Love is what remains:
as time flashes by,
like a glint in the night sky.


Wallpaper : sunlight, sunset, sea, lake, reflection, sky, clouds ...

◄ Duhkha*

A thousand years ago ►


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Fri 27th Mar 2020 07:42

lovely poem, really enjoyed this.😀

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Fri 27th Mar 2020 02:27

Such a beautiful poem John. One I will read again and again. Thank you for this gift. ❤️🌈

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keith jeffries

Fri 27th Mar 2020 00:35


I don't know how to respond to this poem, suffice to say that I can relate to every word from personal experience and acknowledge the truth of all you say.

Thank you for this,

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Fri 27th Mar 2020 00:03

Very touching heartfelt poem.

How long ago was this written John?

I have had my heart strings pulled this last 12 months and this poem speaks to me at such a depth my friend.

This week I have handed in my resignation, and taken early retirement.

This poem tells why.

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