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The Last of Springs

And when it seems, the last of Springs has blossomed in my garden A barren wasteland now resides like sins without a pardon The emptiness that that floods my heart seems never to be shaken A dream that haunts me in the night from which i can’t awaken It’s then and only then, I learn just what it is that makes me For strength is not dependent on a whim that just forsakes me Though gardens whither in our lives and sorrow grows to follow It means not that the rest of days are destined to be hollow Though giving up is easy when the best seems far behind me Determination stays the rain and soon the sun will find me

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Timothy Ray

Date: 6/9/2022 1:35:00 PM

exactly...could not have said it better...there would be no butterflies if there was not change

Mike Gentile
Date: 6/9/2022 7:01:00 PM

Thanks Timothy!!!

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 5/31/2022 1:29:00 PM

A powerful write. Yes, Springs can be gone for now but summer is here. Love your ending. Never give up. Have a great/blessed day.......................

Mike Gentile
Date: 6/7/2022 3:51:00 AM

Thanks so much Paula xxoo

Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/24/2022 9:51:00 PM

Righto! Strength comes from within. :)

Mike Gentile
Date: 5/25/2022 4:44:00 AM

I surely does, Thanks Gershon !!!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/24/2022 6:40:00 AM

A positive motto to mount on a wall to inspire us to always feel hope. This is worded masterfully Mike and I am putting it into my Faves. Blessings xxoo

Mike Gentile
Date: 5/25/2022 4:43:00 AM

Thanks so much Connie for your kind words xxoo

Deb M

Date: 5/24/2022 5:36:00 AM

Positive, encouraging and meaningful Mike….just lovely! Debx

Mike Gentile
Date: 5/25/2022 4:43:00 AM

Thanks Deb, Happy Tuesday xxoo

David Kavanagh

Date: 5/21/2022 8:50:00 AM

Heya Mike; All is never lost til it’s over, even deserts can become fertile again, sometimes willpower alone is not enough to see through the darkness, we need family and friends to lead us out, throwing in the towel should not be seen as resignation, but merely accepting we need to stop and try another way to overcome adversity, excellent poem with real meaning, and fortitude shown in the end, cheers David

Mike Gentile
Date: 5/24/2022 4:37:00 AM

Your words are true David! Thanks so much !!!

Vijay Pandit

Date: 5/21/2022 6:18:00 AM

Both meaningful and inspiring---I really like the upbeat ending, Mike.

Mike Gentile
Date: 5/24/2022 4:38:00 AM

Thanks so much Vijay!!

Charles Messina

Date: 5/21/2022 4:33:00 AM

Awesome write, Mike...as repeated, love those last lines! Hope all is well. Charlie

Deb M
Date: 5/24/2022 5:37:00 AM

Nice to see you back Charlie! Debx

Mike Gentile
Date: 5/21/2022 4:38:00 AM

Thank Charlie, Hope your are great too!! Happy Saturday!

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/20/2022 12:43:00 PM

Hello Mike, I love the last 4 lines of this poem. Happy weekend. Today is the long weekend called the Victoria Weekend. Which means there will be fireworks some today. Then Saturday And Sunday also Monday. It goes on till the early morning. Meaning we will not get to sleep way too soon.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/20/2022 4:22:00 PM

Hello Mike, I use to like fireworks not any more. They last too long and very noisy. Dogs and cats| I think are scared of fireworks| Instead of lasting one day fireworks last two days. Happy Weekend. xxxxx-ooooo.

Mike Gentile
Date: 5/20/2022 1:32:00 PM

Thanks Darlene, enjoy your celebration xxoo