To age is a blessing
To age alone is not
You were kind to others and they forgot
You wonder what the F was missing but then you remember. . .
Once upon a time you were a famous movie star
Now that you are older no one knows who you are
You had so many fans but not one close friend
Now you are alone when it is almost the end
You ignored your family and your
You only wanted the limelight and the company of fake friends
You walked the red carpet and never took your mother or father
Instead you took some glamorous other
You attended luxurious events but never with those that helped you to rise
Today you are in hospice waiting for your demise
I guess the lesson here is to appreciate how you came to be
Never forgetting family, friends and sincerity
Fame, fortune and being in the limelight
Is worth nothing if you must walk sad and alone into the night.
With all my love Guady G
It’s poetry month which means try to be a poet.
Does it mean Poe try! I’m good but not like Edgar Allen Poe. Has anyone ever read his life history? He lost his parents, his wife and his jobs. He barely made it writing and then died.
I wonder who will remember us from our writing. The great thing is we are sharing our gifts with the world. We will never be forgotten for we made an etch in this world with our words.
I share with you one of my first poems written in 2nd grade. The year was 1976.
I like my car for it takes me very far. I hop in it and go after pumping gas from either Getty or Texaco.
Yup that was a long time ago. I am grateful to my teacher Miss Pepe for giving me the assignment of writing a poem. What was your first poem? How old were you? Thank you again for reading my blog.
Guady G Hugs from Brooklyn
You won’t find a long post here. Just a short note saying I hold you dear.
I’m grateful you took the time to read this post. I feel seen and not like a ghost.
Thank you for reading , liking and following my blog. It means so much to me. If I knew how to send individual messages to each of you I would. Stay safe my lovely readers.
Hugs from Brooklyn,
His posts are always on point.
They are written to never disappoint.
His advice is always so darn clever.
He makes blogging seem like a simple endeavor.
I am grateful for each of his posts. I enjoy reading them as I have my morning toasts.
He just seems to have a way with words. With his advice and writing tips better bloggers have emerged.
For me I love spending my time writing in rhyme.
This morning I had no clue what to write but reading his last post helped me see the light.
OMG I just created my new post.
Thanks to him I won’t be forgotten. I won’t be a ghost.
Check him out.
Sincerely Guady G
Sending you hugs from Brooklyn
As a child I was carefree.
As a teen I was wild but still me.
In my twenties I lost my way.
It’s the truth. I have no words to say!
Then my thirties came and went.
What a waste of breathing.! A life badly spent!
I was broken and quite shattered.
I didn’t give a shit cause nothing mattered.
Who would love a shadow of who I once was?
Who would be okay with my ugly past?
Then came you into my life.
You said you saw me as your wife.
You saw past my bruises and my old needle marks.
You just loved me with all of your heart.
With you I didn’t feel shattered anymore!
Your love caressed me at my core.
You didn’t pimp me like others before.
You saw in me what I no longer saw.
I was beautiful and I was whole!
No longer broken despite the falls.
Your love came and set me free.
Thank you, thank you for loving me.
Story inspired by a patient’s story. Have a grand day.
Hugs from Brooklyn