Despair not, dear friends,
As you line up for lunch
And take some with you for supper.
Maybe you'll be able to buy your lunch
With your own money
By the time tomorrow comes.
I too am a little dejected
By all this but I am hoping.
Let's hope together.
Author notes
I don't know if your friend would like this. I am talking about basic life difficulties and I really am a bit dejected.
It's just what came out. DQ if not suitable.
A contest entry
- For Eddy by I-Like-Rhymes.
500 points, ended April 24, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you like best about this piece?
Comments
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smile
a little smile ... with me for the breath that we breathe while our hope for heaven wafts through our being as a silent prayer.
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Thanks for this entry in my competition.
Your concentration on the tangible needs of the body rather than the transitory nature of that body is, I admit, not one I would have expected. However that does not make it a less valid interpretation of the quotation.
The resulting poem does seem to me a little disjointed and awkward on the first few readings. We will have to see how it feels on further re-reading before final judgement.
Jim
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Nicely done.
Sad that some do not know
where their next meals coming from.
All they can do is hope and prayer.
Good luck in the contest.
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