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My work My work written December 16th, 2020 When I was young I thought I would have work I dutifully showed up for and a home maybe not with a white picket fence but you get the idea. The - the home - the work did not come I thought I had failed not tried hard enough fallen off trac I did not realize that life had diverted put on a different path which I am still discovering. My are different from yours my home and my work things that only I would recognize as home and wor Do you see them? I will teach them you with my words in these poems. |
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Some poems, are more poetic. I never pay attention to rhyme and meter, but they are more organized. Other times, something I am reading, a poem or a book, inspires me to start writing and I just let it go where it will.
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12/18/2020 3:52 pm |
I am by far a literate expertise...never mind hiding one’s poetry. I enjoyed your piece on My Work. As long as you’re happy then you achieve more than some will in a lifetime. Thanks for taking the time to express yourself with written word. My work
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12/18/2020 4:43 pm |
Very good write!
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Ironic: when I was young I thought I would never marry or have children but I did both. It seems life chooses for us an awful lot. Elevate me... 
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We all have our path in life. A journey to where know one knows. It's up to you and your partner to work it out. For every corner we come to we don't know where it goes. If you had children would it have change thing. Your work would it be different. Home is a home a place to be safe enjoy . We have no children Other then the for begged one We had two homes now one We are happy and hope to stay to the end I hope your happy content in your world. Xoxoxox
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It can be said that we never get What we want in life But instead receive that which We can handle best we can Youthful exuberance gives way To meaningful deliberations Look not at life’s losses Instead count the blessings Both seen and unseen In the end all one can hope Is for an existence filled with hope That each day becomes anew My name is MrWrong and I approved this comment
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