Monday, 26 July 2010

Late at Night

In the day to day
I lose sight of what we have.
My mind on the “oughts” and “musts”
I forget the quiet thrum
Of our joint lives.

Late at night
Alone in the dark
My mind soothed by the gentle snores
Of man and dog
I remember.
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2 comments:

  1. Living the frugal life in France5 August 2010 at 10:42

    I just love this poem. Did you write it yourself? It sums up how I feel and it just made me stop and think for a bit about how true what you say is.

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  2. suej5 August 2010 at 12:08

    Thank you Nearly 50. Yes I wrote it. Or rather it wrote itself, as poems seem to.

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