A reckoning with my younger self,
nostalgia or all a nonsense?
We should want to change the world,
guided by our conscience;
As the crossroads multiply,
direction becomes obscured;
Pulled along on divergent tides,
wildly thrashing, unmoored;
Ideals discarded to the wind,
just another day to survive;
Waking up to realise
the destination will soon arrive;
A reckoning born of experience
as ideals began to wane;
Everything ever said and done
will be said and done again.
30th May 2025 – Shared with Poets and Storytellers United #179 – starting over
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What an excellent response to the prompt! And I love the clever rhymes in the first two verses.
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Thank you very much Rosemary 🙏
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So true.
This is the way it has been & will be!
Hope we get to do and achieve at least a half of what we have decided.
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Thanks Anita. I am fortunate enough to have the privilege to be able to give everything a shot. I try not to stomp on other people’s hopes too.
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And so it goes. Again and again. Well said.
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Thank you 🙏
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So very true how we revisit some paths over and over again, discovering things we though for sure were left behind
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Winters come around again and again. Summers too.
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I like your poem, but also like your answer to one of the comments above: “I try not to stomp on other people’s hopes too.” That is of paramount importance!
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Thank you 🙏
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I do hope we can hang on to our ideals in this less than ideal time.
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It can be difficult if your survival depends on it.
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