This is what you do

This is what you do when pain is too much and popping codeine is not helping much either

Catching lightin’ bugs on a warm summer’s eve
Picking clover bouquets smelling of sunshine
Dancing, twirling on a cool evening breeze
Perfume of roses clipped in my hair fill the air
This was the me I use to be

Once a child of giggles and grins
Singing, swirling on the summer’s wind
Fearless and trusting, ready to fly
Swinging high to touch the clouds in the sky
That was the me I use to be

Gone are the lighin’ bugs on a warm summer’s eve
Gone are the clover bouquets and soft summer breeze
Life’s lessons came swift and were unrelenting
Trust no one, fear tomorrow, hide hurry hide
Was I ever the me I thought me to be

Now through my window of the world there is nothing
Life’s joy, love and happiness are gone perhaps forever
Emptiness is everywhere and hope is only a shadow
Sadly the me I use to be
Is no longer there for me to see

(((Keb))))))))))))))
I wish you saw what i see in you
a careing person...
I am sorry life is so hard for you
I know it changes and it hurts
open your curtains tonight
I know the fireflys are out there
Look and you will see
you are still here with us
muffy

Hugs from Angel

Kebs is a frog of majorly big brain...

(((((((((((((( kebs ))))))))))))))))


love always,
furry paws

Beautifully written poetry from the lilly pad, I see.

(((((((((( kebsfroggy )))))))))))))

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Sadly the me I use to be
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Yes she is...

She wrote a beautiful poem...one worthy of any collection.

Lenny

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Suicide is a way of telling God, You can't fire me, I quit!

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Kebs, have you thought about putting a poetry book together ... it could compete against many ... decide the overall subject, like is it depression, aging, living alone or with family, whatever, and fill a small book and take it to a publisher ... cover the difficulties you face today, and it could help others seek treatment and avoid pitfalls.

Baby boomers need reality checks.

Just an idea.

I'm not of the thinking that you are useless because I know better, I don't buy into it no matter the individual, less they can't think, walk ,talk and see... because feelings come and go, and if the place your at won't give you peace, make your own home one that will.

i believe in your Kebs. you are a poet to a generation, if you want to wear the shoe - if it fits.

peace,
night

oh,yeah. Poetic expressions and i like it. hugs and pat on your shoulder.