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Onto the Next – Personal Poetry Collection

Basically, I don’t believe there is such a thing as enough. And it terrifies me. So, I constantly jump to the next thing hoping that becomes enough “enough” for me.

 

December 12, 2019

Onto the Next

There is no end

my friends

they say,

“don’t delay

soon will be your day!”

 

But next thing I know

I’m outside a new door

cold and sore

no space to soar

too quiet to roar

time to pick up an oar.

 

And to the next river go.

What happens when at sea?

At peace will I be?

or…

is there more to see?

 

 

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