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Broken Relationships

Pictures there upon the wall, each person once held me dear. At times we were living together, now not one lives near. Each has a life they must live and thoughts on which to ponder. My life goes on, I grow old and still I can’t but wonder, How different things could have been, if love we didn’t squander. It’s sad to know the errors I’ve made, the times my choices were wrong, The love I’ve felt but couldn’t show, for I had waited too long. The times I couldn’t be where they wanted me to be, The pain and suffering they couldn’t see, They didn’t know the authentic me. I wish them all, love, peace, and joy, in the lives that they are living, And hope someday they’ll learn to forgive as they have been forgiven. I hope they’ll know in their heart of hearts and deep within their soul, How much I love and pray for them, as all of us grow old. None of us, in this earthly world; can know the other’s true story.

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 12/19/2021 12:10:00 PM

An amazing write. This speaks for millions of people. I think it is called life. I love your line. "None of us, in this earthly world; can know the other’s true story." So very true. Have a Blessed Christmas and 2022.......................

Bill Baker
Date: 1/9/2022 11:54:00 PM

Missed your comment on this one, sorry for belated response, Paula. Thanks for reading and commenting on my poetry. It's hard enough for me to know myself, much less anyone else deeply. I sense my soul relates to or knows the souls of others though. Blessings to you and yours, Bill

Shirley Hawkins

Date: 12/1/2021 9:39:00 PM

A beautiful poem so well expressed. I can relate to every word that you wrote. Sometimes when we get old we feel we have passed our used by date. Fotunately thats only after a bad day. Thank you, Bill. Take care.

Bill Baker
Date: 12/3/2021 11:50:00 AM

I find things and people are useful way beyond an expiration date, Shirley. lol I'm a very positive person, on my bad days I'm about 80% positive. Thanks for commenting. Bill

Gershon Wolf

Date: 12/1/2021 5:34:00 PM

Hmm. You in Davey Jones Locker Room there, Bill?! lol. Season's Greetings, Gershon

Bill Baker
Date: 12/1/2021 9:10:00 PM

Nice reference Gershon. Happy Holiday to you and yours, Bill

Heidi Sands

Date: 12/1/2021 3:43:00 PM

There is truth in this poem. I believe in living authentically. Others must accept the authentic self of another to sincerely connect. Well done :)

Bill Baker
Date: 12/1/2021 4:50:00 PM

Thank you Heidi. Tried to get some of this off of my chest. Too little time to not forgive and move forward in love. Your friend, Bill

Deb M

Date: 12/1/2021 12:50:00 PM

Wow. Bill….that’s what I love about your poetry “your honesty and willingness to be vulnerable”. A beautifully ‘real’ poem Bill straight from heart to pen. Sending you the biggest hug my friend. Debx

Bill Baker
Date: 12/1/2021 1:43:00 PM

Thanks Deb, Sending you the "Big Bear" hug :-) Thanks for getting me and my poetry. Have a good day, Bill

L Milton Hankins

Date: 12/1/2021 8:44:00 AM

A marvelous piece of writing, my friend, which lays bare the truth that often shatters each of us. I certainly could relate to this poem that needed to be written for yourself and for all of us.

Bill Baker
Date: 12/1/2021 11:33:00 AM

Thank you Milt. It's true, this poem was part of the healing process. Those that have had their world shattered, will relate. Marrying too young can wreak havoc with one's life. The show of one's weakness, allows others to realize they are not alone. Your friend, Bill

Vijay Pandit

Date: 12/1/2021 8:40:00 AM

A touching introspection, Bill. Don't we all look through albums of the past and wonder how things could have been--lessons learned for a better outcome. Deeply insightful poem.

Bill Baker
Date: 12/1/2021 11:37:00 AM

Yes we do Vijay; or at least most poets do. It's not about right or wron; It's about learning from our life experiences, forgiving or being forgiven, and moving on in the right direction. Thanks for your comment Vijay. A poet friend, Bill