Now I have died

Have you noticed that people will turn out for a funeral, making a huge effort to attend?

This 'turning out' of people can be a source of great comfort and support to the nearest and dearest of the deceased. But what about the deceased?

NOW I AM GONE

It is strange, you think of me, now I am gone.

It is stranger still, the miles you travel, to mark my passing.

It is strange, when we spoke so little, when I was here.

It is stranger still, when it was so long since you had seen me.



I wrote this poem about a year ago. If you would like to use it, please state that it came from this blog by 'Forever Learning'. Thank you

Broken communication

I wrote this poem about a year ago. I wonder if you identify with the sentiments expressed in it.

If you would like to use it, please state that it came from this blog by 'Forever Learning'. Thank you

Let’s Communicate

Why do you ask how I am?

Why do you ask if I am feeling better?

Already you have decided the answer.

For you, I must be better.

That is all you want to hear.

Why do I say I’m fine?

Why do I say everything is ok?

Well, I want to please you, to fulfil your expectations.

If I say I’m not ok, you will require an explanation.

An explanation I can not give.

So it is easier to say what you want to hear.

Let us be careful; careful how we ask.

Let’s ask, truly wanting to know.

Let’s ask without expectations.

Maybe then we will communicate.

Not just talk, but actually communicate.

Maybe we will meet each other, where we are.

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