The Neighbours

poem by: James Waide
Written on Mar 19, 2017 

Each Morning, as I cough back into being
To drink coffee and smoke cigarettes,
I wonder how many others are seeing
My lifetime of regrets.

“Each morning, as you cough back into being,
We cough back into being too.
As much as you in us are seeing,
That’s what we see in you.”

 

Tags: sad, depressing,

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Maria Williams commented:
Tomorrow, forget the regrets and give the neighbors one of your smiles and toast them with your coffee cup

 

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