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The Shelf of Sadness

I was going to write a sad poem But my nephew shot himself So I'll guess I'll wait 'til later And I put it on the shelf I finally took it down today But before I started to write I got a call from a friend of mine His daughter died last night So on the shelf it went once more To wait 'til grief has passed Again I took the paper down To write my sorrow at last But as my muse began to cry A knock came at my door A neighbor came to me in tears Her husband killed in the war I never wrote that sad poem It sits upon the shelf Sadness needs no poet at all It somehow writes itself

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 11/27/2016 9:13:00 PM
This poem got to me.I am feeling sadness as well. Every day I get better. I like this poem.Sadness does write itself.
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Date: 3/18/2013 5:28:00 PM
Your poems always get to me. You are such a beautiful writer. Great poem Larry.
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Date: 2/6/2013 3:10:00 PM
How sad but true! Awesome, my friend. Ralph
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Date: 1/4/2013 11:29:00 PM
Hi Larry, this is awesome...The last stanza is great...glad to see your name pop up..BG
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Date: 1/4/2013 3:24:00 PM
wow! your ending is amazing! very nice!
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Date: 1/4/2013 1:52:00 PM
It's nicer with a happy poem ..... well done Larry. - HAPPY NEW YEAR! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
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