Until Push Comes to Shove

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She warned of a lover’s fate;
But I ascribed it to hate;
So, I neglected her view;
And fought her with words, too.

I am a fool in love,
Until push comes to shove;
So, when death came calling,
My heart was done stalling.

As promises lay broken,
While I pulled down each token,
Her words hung in the air,
“Most are not fools. Beware.”

Beware

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She had warned me of fate;
But I ascribed it to hate;
So I neglected her view;
And fought her with words, too.

We are all fools in love –
But when push comes to shove,
And when death comes calling,
Then the heart is done falling.

Since promises lie broken,
You throw away each token –
While her words hang in the air:
“Most forget love, beware.”

Birthday 2021

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Nothing to celebrate,
Except that I didn’t die.
Covid nearly got me;
Pneumonia did try.

I’m not very happy
And i’m not very sad,
If I just breathe easy,
I’ll feel a tad less bad.

I’m a mix of feeling:
Angry, grieving, insecure;
But of one fact I’m sure,
I have learnt to endure.