You’re filling all my notebooks
even though we rarely speak
A constant stream of inspiration
and wishes for what has been
Why must my mind remain connected
always wishing for another chance
a change of life
a new life with you
Could we stop this juggernaut
pull the handbrake
and turn these lives around…
Inertia, it seems, has got it in for me
too weak to fight it
but for you…could I fight for you
and turn these lives around
One day, will you walk out
One day, leave him standing there
One day, will I walk out
leave her standing there
And could we live with each other
could we live with ourselves
if we did that to them
This seeming connectivity
would it continue in those new times
cut adrift on a sea so fresh
filled with hope for change
and what newness may come
From our off-chance meeting
unexpected acceptance
You’re filling all my notebooks
since the hours talking today
of turning these lives around…
[2009]
Thanks for reading this old poem.
The Lighthouse 
This one is grin worthy. Oh the energy of the new, may it forever fill your journals.
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Thank you and yes, you’re absolutely right. If you’re feeling stuck somewhere you don’t want to be, every new opportunity feels wildly energising and exciting… however badly thought out 😊 Thanks for reading.
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Thank you 🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Friend!! Have a great day!
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This is absolutely breathtaking, Tom. I truly enjoyed the poignancy of it.
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Thank you Kara, that’s so kind. I appreciate you stopping by to read it too. 🙏🏼
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