My Half-Life

I live in a world of things half-done

it keeps waking me up 

 

on days when I have the energy 

I can see what needs to happen 

 

projects, boxes of things, 

emails to be written 

 

on days when the world 

comes after me, I stay hidden

 

and dream of knocking it all to the ground

a child crying for forgiveness

◄ Our differences sleep with us

Civilization Takes Two ►

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Robert C Gaulke

Fri 12th Jul 2019 12:20

Thanks, Martin!

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Martin Elder

Thu 11th Jul 2019 22:18

I love the way you have rounded this one off Bob. I often feel quite child like about a number of things then realise that those people who I see as grown ups maybe at least as old as me or even younger.
Nice one

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Robert C Gaulke

Thu 11th Jul 2019 17:24

Cheers, Mindy! R

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Mindy Newton

Thu 11th Jul 2019 13:42

If you are reading my mind, I want you to sign a non-disclosure agreement!

Painful yet funny poem. Tolerant of our foibles, and thus hopeful!

Also good to read.

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