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Monday, July 6, 2020

Inexorable Entitlements...






The bitter and the sweet compete; oh, why must it be so
To hold is to suffer love’s precious pangs of letting go
Today is always placed over echoes and weathered treads
And joy is always interlaced with sorrow’s tender threads

To recognize and prize the highs we must undergo lows
And brace ourselves, where fond goodbyes follow happy hellos
The good against the ill is always finely juxtaposed
And oft night’s soft silences spill with what day’s noise composed 

The flower is the preface to shower of petals felled
The present is always the place where past and future meld
The flight to getting older soldered to laughter and tears
Regret's gut-wrenching gutters and triumph's capstone of cheers

The loveliness and ugliness of bare matters of fact
Kindles heartache and happiness; both never left intact
Where the longer we live the less it seems we truly know
And all we keep is what we give; oh, why must it be so

© Janet Martin

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