Like a bad penny
You turned up at my door.
I have seen many
Of your kind before.
At first, I didn’t remember you.
Then, I did recall a fall,
And opened my door
To you, who brought a thought
To mind …
The past is another country.
It binds me to thee.
I could have shown you the door.
But birds of our feather flock together
And we both recall
My slip and fall.
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Just another journey of life? 😉 Thank you, Kevin! Well penned! Have a beautiful rest of the day! xx Michael
Life is indeed full of journeys, Michael. Until we reach our final destination.
Many thanks for your comment and your very kind reblog of my poem.
Best wishes. Kevin
So true, Kevin! Lets enjoy the time between. 😉 xx
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Well written and thoughtful, Kevin.