We spend our lifetime accommodating to the loss
It could be the death of someone special, or possibly a dog
The failure in a career or the ridiculousness to maintain a social life
The breakup of a long flourished relationship
That we thought was going to last
The death of a nation – or a flag
At times, I think we should bow to the magnificent creation
If the human mind, was able to remember all the single details
Feelings, events, sparks and disappointments
We will be rotting in our memories, forgetting that ahead of us
Lays a new unexplored horizon of many more fights to overcome
If we are trapped in our disappointing memories
Will we ever be able to live?
Poems for Jennifer III - I am very happy to announce the availability of a third book about my wife, Jennifer S. Chesler. They are on sale here from Nickel Hole Press. There are ...
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