Her life is like a broken mirror
Filled with cracks and broken images
Distorted reflections of what her life is now
But still she goes on hoping beyond hope
She still has her dreams
Her memories remain
She knows the day will come
When her dreams will come true
The years have not been kind
But she still dreams, still hopes, still prays
Her love is strong and pure
It’s all she has left now
So she looks in her broken mirror
And smiles
As she waits for his return
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
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Thanks Chuck!
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This poems has a strong feeling of melancholy, Walt. Well captured.
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Thank you Robbie 😊
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Always where there is light there is hope.
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And where there is hope, there will be light.
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I feel pretty broken right now, but hopefully that will pass. Lovely poem.
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I hope it has passed Maranda. Thank you for your kind words. 😊
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Superb! and beautifully well written. Hope is in our hearts.
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Thank you Charlie. It is always in our hearts. ☺
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You welcome. 🙂 Yes, indeed.
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😊
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Excellent post on great expectations 👍
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Thank you ☺
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This is so beautiful, Walt!
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Thank you so much Susan .😊💛
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This really spoke to me in a personal level. Great job😁👍
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Thank you Evelyn. Hope you are ok 😊
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I will be 🙂 thank you
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You’re very welcome. Stay strong 😊
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Very poignant, my friend. There is always hope 😊❤️
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Thank you Lady D. 😊💛
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Always a pleasure, Sir Walt ❤ 🙂
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😊💛
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Beautiful poem of hope.
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Thank you Sadje ☺
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Welcome
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😊
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