Memories make us human
But love makes being humanly bearable
There are always two sides to a nickel
There are typically six sides to a die
Life and love are always fickle
Has anyone ever wondered why?
Why we laugh so hard one minute
And then sob our souls dry right after
Why we brighten the sky like comets
Only to burn ourselves out then crumble to powder
Can God be so cruel to treat us
Like dolls in a playhouse and toys
Disposable things, mere surplus
Ignoring our pitifully imploring voice
I don’t think so, I refuse
To believe in things I’d long accepted
That the nature of man is always to lose
The few that they love then surely regret it.
Because there are two sides to a nickel
And each one’s role is badly needed
Joy and sorrow each have their own schedule
Sorrow makes us miss joy so
We won’t take it for granted
And like dice, you’ll never guess
What you’ll get, the possibilities
The Lord’s design do will impress
You’ll even marvel trivialities.
Music prompt: Sweet Serendipity by Lee DeWyze
In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer
Lovely poem!
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Thanks ..😊
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Yes!! This is PERFECT! 🙂
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Thank you…😊
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A good poem Mich. It sums up the vagaries of love and life beautifully.
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Ahh that’ s wonderful…
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(standing up. clapping my hands.) i am speechless. in awe. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thanks Rose…we’re halfway our Novembernotes challenge and the momentum is still there..
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yeaaah! and i am glaaad! 😀 😀 😀
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This is excellent Mich.. “Joy and sorrow each has their own schedule” yes we can not experience one without the other… ❤
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Indeed that’s true..
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