3 poems as i grieve

I havnt posted anything for a while but my life hasnt changed much.
Still i struggle to be half the man i was .
Seem to get more than my fair share of problems.
But i still try to write new poems .
So here is 3 more explaining life as me.

NOT A STROKE OF LUCK.

I thought this life could get no worse,
But life’s new chapter contains a verse,
Brought together a certain way,
A poem is born what will it say,
Life’s a story going on and on,
Those tragic moments I thought were gone,
Without pre warning there was no sign,
Apart from this I was feeling fine,
Of all the body it chose this place,
The whole left side of my ageing face,
You think the worst! it is a stroke,
Typical diagnosis from a bloke,
There is a condition I did not know,
It’s not a stroke your off deaths row,
It’s called Bells palsy it can be caused by stress,
Weakens facial muscles your looking a mess,
So what comes next in my life of gloom,
A suspect package “what’s this inside?”
BOOOOMMM!!!

JUST ANOTHER DAY.

Every year we go through the motions,
Festivities celebrations and retail promotions,
Without much thought we spend so much money,
Shop after shop not much time we must hurry,
Get into debt with payday loans and our savings,
The gifts that we buy make up for all the years failings,
Now money is tight I’m a single man trying,
Can’t afford much and I watch what I’m buying,
My son understands the amount he will get,
He’s old enough now that he won’t get upset,
Christmas with Cheryl was magic and fun,
A real special moment spent with my loved one,
The morning of Christmas has not got that thrill,
We had each year prior ,
what’s gone we can’t fill.

LASTING MEMORIES.

All these memories,
All the joy,
All we love,
The real McCoy,
A fast paced life,
No time to stop,
Plenty fizz in homemade pop,
We did so much,
We crammed it in,
Somewhere safe,
It’s stored within,
My mind is all I have to view,
Those precious moments,
Made with you,
I try to think more of them,
Instead of the trauma which overwhelm,
It isn’t so easy I let you know,
Like many bad things you can’t outgrow,
Life can end at anytime,
There’s no happy ending in lifes pantomime.

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Off I go on my own
Inside starts to grown
Lonely without my mate
Left you at pearly gate

Are you a cloud in the sky
Gently moving by and by
Are you the sun on my face
Are you just spirit of grace

See you in your youngest son
He is in his prime: our work done
You had the body strong and fine
Just like I did until we crossed the line

Into old age and gave way to the next
Just being a nuisance and very vexed
Unless we release the funds to ease the way and say there isn’t a rainy day

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Thats a very nice poem and very touching .
Ive wrote over 50 to date and i think it helps me battle on witjout my love .
Keep writing

I am not sure whose poem or all are referred to.
I write poems to help me process things