Somewhere down the line

I never thought when I was young,
That one day my mum and dad would be gone.
I guess that we never do with brothers
and sisters too,
For life itself is always unkind,
Expecially when it leaves you behind.
Yet one day you've grown,
With a wife and children of you own.
So grateful to be alive invigorated,
With the love you feel for them.
One day you realise that what you felt
Your children will feel the same.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-09-27 at 01:50

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A deep observational poem, and very true. The sad part is that that it is likely that after several cycles, the only part of you that exists is in the genes of your progeny. Oh, and perhaps on a unmarked photograph jumbled amongst others, in a cardboard box pushed to the back of the highest shelf in a wardrobe in the spare bedroom. My box is full of them. I keep them because I know that these people meant something to my departed parents who bequeathed them . :( Blessings, Allen
2025-09-27


anonface The PoetBay support member heart!
A cyclical inheritance of sorts.
2025-09-27