Not Such A Little Life - Poem by Andy Brookes
Writing outside of time
sequential moments are unimportant
the tale opens but meanders
for life is messy with stops and starts
the heart judders and the soul at times, bleeds.
Her story much like others
filled with the little and mundane
how to judge a small life of little deeds
but much kindness
Her wisdom is now lost to me
and I mourn it's passing.
I came late into her story,
a bit part.
she in turn left mine early,
taking her final bow with style and grace,
As the curtain fell.
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