Unknown

Always punctual

Straight forward

Optimistic and proud

Everything planned 

Not a single doubt in the clouds

 

With a single turn to the freelance

Everything corrupt

Years spent planning

Gone like a drought 

 

The unknown left a mark

Of lessons to be taught

But you can never go back in time

To save what you have lost

 

 

 

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a.griffiths57's picture

    A very thoughtfull and

 

 

A very thoughtfull and introspective look at life through your poem here. Yes you can only learn from your mistakes; trust in other individuals seems the biggest blight, don't you think? Liked your poem very  much well written and a good read.


 

 

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I completely agree. Thank you

I completely agree. Thank you so much for such a lovely response :)