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Like a garment worn thin and old?
Fading fast, losing its links,
To the heart that once made it whole?
Memories once vibrant,
Faded like flowers at the end of day
Laughter that echoed,
Of a moment lost, gone aw-ray.
We chase the wind, we grasp the air
And wonder why joy is hard to share
For in the pursuit, we forget to care
For the beauty that's present, to fare.
Like a flame that flickers, dims and blinks?
A spark remains, but oh, how it sinks
Into the darkness, where love links
Let us tend the fire, let it grow
Nurture the joy, as it starts to show
For in the warmth, our hearts will glow
And happiness will bloom, and never let go.
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Will Shimnom Simon
Always the poet... Never the poem.
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My mom once asked me if I still loved my ex. I said no. "Do you hate him, then?" she asked. I said no. I elaborated: "I neither love nor hate him for that would require an emotion for which he's not worthy. I was his "old" garment which he tossed aside for something new. I reused that garment and made it whole again. He doesn't deserve it - or me." ............ I love this poem. It's so accurate.