Code Breaker
My world stopped 30 months ago,
And I told myself if I would be strong,
Not a needy namby pamby, that loss
Would be the end of the worst thing.
Today’s advice? (People my age thrust out
Vital information especially to the young.)
In spite of that, here it is: treasure even
The most humdrum event as if it was wrapped
In platinum, lined with precious jewels.
Even the best, the shiniest of your days
Can collapse, subject to the vagaries of fate
Refusing to play by the rule, elders first.
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has left me a little melancholy, but thoroughly enjoyed.
An eloquent and heartfelt expression of; part of the purpose of grief is to spread the word of joy in simple things. Nicely done Bruce.
Yes. We all need to heed these words. Thanks Bruce
the poem rages against being “needy namby pamby”
Well done, Bruce. And I agree,
In spite of that, here it is: treasure even
The most humdrum event as if it was wrapped
In platinum, lined with precious jewels.