When the Passion is Gone
We’ll put raisins
In our porridge
And eat French fries
With a fork.
Eschew coffee
And turn to tea.
Yes, we’ll even use words
Like eschew
Instead of Anglo-Saxon words
Solid as stone…
Because, by then,
The passion will be gone.
Thanks for sharing...
you're welcome :)
You can take me, but you cannot take my bunghole.... For I have no bunghole....
I really like this poem. Speaks volumes to me. Thanks for sharing.
thanks, @cecicastor
@johngeddes what is there to live life for when the passion is gone?
endurance, I suppose...
Amazing poetry john. Thanks for sharing. Upvoted and following u as always. Please review my sunset post if you have the passion for nature as well. https://steemit.com/nature/@nainaztengra/my-love-for-sunsets
thanks, @nainaztengra
Passion remains, cloaked in crepe paper skin.
Varicose veins conceal it but dreams reveal all.
Memories of future restoration shout glory.
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beautiful images, @creatr :) Your last line reminds me of the Lord's Return but also brings to mind a friend Deb and I used to call Glory. She'd shout out during worship, "Glory!"
:D :D :D
I mostly only get that effusive when I'm worshiping on a wave, and shout "Halleleujah!" ;)
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Sounds Dreadful , lockily, despite being old, I am still waiting to grow up, to see what I will be?
Don't worry, awgbibb, you have enough to contend with on the open road than worrying about losing your life on the edge of a feather bed LOL!!