We have lost a great songwriter in Stephen Sondheim and I think I was channeling him somehow when I wrote this poem because it sounds a bit like a song…
Also, the word of the day was Sure, and that set me off…
Can you ever be sure of something?
Deep inside?
Can you ever know all there is to know?
Even with a guide?
Life’s not like that, my old friend.
It’s a wonder, without any end.
If you knew what was coming tomorrow
You’d run and hide.
Will the future make you laugh out loud or cry?
Life’s a mystery, accept it, love it, live it
Or die.
Love this poem! xo
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Thank you Carol, 🙂
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