The tragedies of daily life:

The loss of hopes, the rank despair,

Are multiplied a thousand times:

Above, below us: everywhere.


We think we empathise with woe;

We feel the masters of our grief.

Yet when we lock the door at night,

We slump in palpable relief.


When tiny agonies befall

A creature that we do not know,

Our remedy is to dispense

Some sympathy to dull the blow.


If we ourselves are subject to

The wounding of our fragile pride,

We grit our teeth and carry on;

Yet something precious dies inside.


Our loose resistance to such things,

Our weary instinct to comply,

Helps us avoid the worst of fates

As hurricanes and plagues fly by.


    The tiny tragedies of life

Remain invisible to us.

In cities or in leafy groves

Small lives have ended, without fuss.

◄ Binoculars

Agony Street ►


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Stephen Gospage

Fri 7th Aug 2020 18:05

Thanks for your like, Julie

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 6th Aug 2020 18:01

Abdul, Keith, Brian

Many thanks for your kind comments and likes. It's interesting how a poem about tragedy can be quite fun to write.

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Abdul Ahmad

Thu 6th Aug 2020 14:18

If only we can learn to live with lifes ups and downs?

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keith jeffries

Thu 6th Aug 2020 12:44


A poem which we are able to relate to but unable to articulate. Very well rhymed with an almost perfect final stanza.

Thank you for this


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Brian Maryon

Thu 6th Aug 2020 12:06

A great message, and a great bounce to it.

Good one Stephen.

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