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This Day Is Old

 

This day is old but this day is new.
I think of the things, we used to do.
The answers I sought, never came.
And so in the darkness, I still remain.

But the memories, are here to stay.
As I can't avoid reminders every day.
Silent reminders, creep up on me.
Then out of the blue, the past I see

Reminders, catch me off my guard.
I try my best not to cry, but it's hard.
Today is new but this feeling is not.
I long for those answers, I never got.

 

◄ Jimmie Nicol (13 Days)

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Mike Bartram

Wed 13th Dec 2023 14:23

Thank you as ever to everybody who reads my poems and kind enough to leave positive comments.

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 9th Dec 2023 14:26

Succinct and builds up to its conclusion. Thank you, Mike.

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