Monday, March 24, 2008

Nudge

Why do those we worry for
at times become an awful chore
when love is all they have in store?

So crippled by our own conceit
enfeebled hearts refuse to beat
with mercy for the indiscreet

that make the most forbearing cringe
as they impishly impinge
once heralded by squeaky hinge.

Perhaps we should be thankful for
those that choose to use our door
before they can come back no more.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Bob, every now and then you turn on your heart light…it's glowing in this one. Very good.

Noah the Great said...

It's sad that we don't appreciate what we have until something happens and we can't anymore, or something almost happens and then we do.

It's sad, but true.

paisley said...

i would never have understood the depth of meaning in this little poem had i not lost a love once,, and then the same love once again to death... surreal in its grasp....

SamanthaMJ said...

Plain simple truth - put very nicely. Thanks.

Itis sad that often it takes a really serious loss, to make us really understand what is, and isn't, important in life.
~smj

ozymandiaz said...

Wow, I just wrote this same poem, kinda, from the other point of view, of sorts. kinda. in a way
anyhow, coincindence aside\
awesome write
awesome message

Stacey said...

Hi Bob brilliant write, great!! :-)

Unknown said...

You titled this one wonderfully.

CANDLELIZARDEGG said...

What a sad poem bob. T_T
touched my heart...

have same poem but its more optimistic...

"silence spoke to me"

rch said...

We just got the call that our friend was gone :(