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Life is For the Leaving

Say hello to your goodbye
Letís give it all another try
Dreams are built on forgiving
And life is not for leaving

Mary went down to the well
So often that it began to tell
Harry is below his Plimsoll line
All the rich food and cheap wine

Doors no longer have a key
But life has not set us free
You buy air for the breathing
Perhaps life is not for leaving

Books no longer have cover art
I love old ones that fall apart
Nobody to talk to on the train
People with lives all the same

Just shoot me off into space
From the stolid human race
There wonít be any left grieving
Perhaps life is for the leaving




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-07-11 at 15:34

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks to Bibek and one trick pony for the applauds :)
2018-07-14


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. Glad to have applauded it, and bookmarked!
2018-07-14


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is fine by any matrix, i thoroughly enjoy and appreciate it. the first and lines lines are matched bookends ~~~

l.

p.s. soft-boiled?
2018-07-13


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you so much for the applaud Thomas DeFreitas :)
2018-07-12