False hope
The
turns that disguise
the
future are blind
blessings.
If
we could see
what
was ahead
we
would stop.
All
our joy and sorrow
would
appear
too
much.
The
small glimpses
keep
us moving
towards
an end.
Where
there is
none.
In
false hope
is
hope.
Witness
I intend to be the witness
Of my dying
And not to be funny or morose
But because I so love you
To be the witness of yours
Every day of it
Michael has had two books of fiction and some poems published when
he was younger man. He's started writing again although he's a different him.
Lovely poems Michael. Beautiful deep thoughts expressed succinctly. Your poetry strikes a note deep within me.
ReplyDeleteWho knew he was so talented???????? Insight into Lois' husband. Retirement is good for him. Back to writing again.
ReplyDeleteThank you Michael I'm enjoying thinking about them
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