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What You Make of It
By JustAnEarlyBird
I know that the world can be daunting,
I know that life can seem cruel
But in each moment's a blessing,
When you don't seek to settle a score.
Life isn't made to just be happy
Life is made to be full
You can't find nourishment in promises
A full plate is made of much more...
I know Death can seem horrid and vicious
But only when fear takes control
I hope you can witness the beauty
Of a life abandoned for soul
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Copyright 2020 JustAnEarlyBird
Published on Sunday, July 26, 2020.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
I wrote this in response to someone elses poem on a different site. It is all my own work. It was just a response to a very negative point of view- one I didn't want to buy into.Comments on "What You Make of It"
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On Thursday, May 20, 2021, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703)
wrote:
"You can't find nourishment in promises A full plate is made of much more..." - man, that statement needs to be printed on the bottom of every ballot and run along the ticker at the bottom of each news channel constantly. Nice work! Ciao, T/S
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On Tuesday, July 28, 2020, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
That soul, though - Can't fucking beat it! I can sense yours is an olde one. We make good poets. And bad drinkers. Write on.
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On Tuesday, July 28, 2020, JustAnEarlyBird
(39) wrote:
LOL. That's not an inaccurate statement. Now, Is it the old soul that makes it so, or is it just the natural state of a poet's mind that makes us unable to handle our liquor? By the way, I've quite enjoyed your commentary! Thank you!
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