Thursday, 2 November 2017

Who Knows...



With each breath that I take

How deep?

How deep?



With each beat of my heart

How strong?


How strong?



With each promise I make

How true?


How true?



For as long as I live

How long?

How long?



Who knows.



Poem Only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 

2 comments:

  1. This poem echoes my feelings this week, but why does Autumn always bring these thoughts?

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  2. I always feel that autumn carries a beautiful tragedy with it. As every tired leaf falls from the branch we are reminded of the fragility of our own mortality.......yep, cheery times haha! ;)

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