Don’t fret about me,
I’m doing ok.
I understand that you’re worried,
but I’m grieving my way.
I need to keep busy
or my thoughts start to stray,
I’d sit and dwell if I let me,
but coulda, shoulda won’t pay.
Drugs are a blessing
I’ll damn well numb what I may,
Take a walk wearing my shoes
before having your say.
I understand that you’re worried,
but grief is different each day.
I love you for caring.
I’m doing ok.
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Perfectly Wonderful!!
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Thank you very much.
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My hope is by following and reading other great poets such as yourself your little taste of your style imprint on me….
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I’m flattered to be called a great poet! Thank you! 🙂
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[…] I’m breathing today…. […]
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I love the emotion you put in your poems.
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Thank you very much!
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Thank you.
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Such a beautiful poem. I found your blog recently and have loved your work. I actually mentioned you in my post about the Versatile Blogger Award. There’s no obligation to take part; it’s just a fun way to let people know you like what they produce. Keep it up! 🙂
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Wow! Thank you. 🙂
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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Great play on words. “I need to keep busy or my thoughts start to (stay),” and around and around they go, stuck in the same sad flight pattern. I relate!
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Thank you. I’m so sorry you know the feeling. It’s a terrible sad thing to have in common.
Thinking of you.
Toni.
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