by : Bacardi Gold
03/dec/2022

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In the midst of the olden days
reeling off from my mind it lays
gone-by moments years i’ve used-up
I only take-in the good ones back
rough forbearance triggered my tears
hurting my heart and it did coerce
rebounding memories keep talking in silence
knocking at the door of my lucid conscience
i will be home i know not when
the good, the bad the excuses and then
prayers were said its righteous acumen
so be it, judgment among men
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Beautiful poem with such emotions! 👏
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Thank you so much, Priti. 👏
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It’s my pleasure. Do you read my blog. ☺️
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Of course, I do !😊
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The last four lines are so awesome and thought provoking
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Thank you so much …Here’s my short explanation on the last stanza of my poem…..Since I don’t know when will I face God ( my death) ( i will be home i know not when ) I have prayed that people’s judgment on me whether good or bad and my reasons why i have done those things (excuses) will be accepted by me wholeheartedly……
Again, thank you so much for the comment. Smile…
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Thank you dear so much for the explanation, it clear my thoughts.
And smiles to you too
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It’s a pleasure !
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Hey, congratulations on your award!!! Nice work. Cheers, Muriel
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Thank you so much, Muriel ! Cheers…
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