Never alone
Never Alone
Noticed I was all alone today
But realized I never felt alone
Now I can log on the computer
Instead of going for the phone
It’s wonderful when people visit
And I love my phone calls too
But now I have this special place
To come and visit with all of you
I can take the extra time in here
To say it with a poem or rhyme
To sit and think what’s in my soul
Where I am not hurried for time
Where I can take a moment out
To think of how I want to reply
And when something touches me
I can unashamedly just sit and cry
Things I would never say in person
For it’s easier to say in written words
Because you my very special friends
Have heard what no one else has heard
I can come to you with anything
No matter how silly, real or unreal
You’re always there to show you care
And just let me express how I feel
It seems it is easier to talk to you
Than with any one else that I know
For I can let my guard down here
And let all of my emotions show
So I thank you all for being here
And I count you as treasured friends
I hope I will always be here for you
And I pray this kinship never ends
~A
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I like this poem very much. That is what I like most about seniorchatters; being able to express what I feel inside, without fear. That is also what I appreciate when reading someone else’s blog.
Thank you for sharing moggy.
Nicely said Moggy, I so agree.
That is so true Moggy 🙂
Thank u guys its such a wonderful place to come to when things are getting u down,Lots of fun in here too xxx
That was beautiful moggs…xxxx
moggy was so heartfelt thank you so much you are a lovely lady, thankyou for sharing tha tpiece of verse lani xxx
lovely to read your tales about hop picking,if i try to write as much as you i will still be here christmas day,but i,ll have a go. I lived on a farm at Bells Yew Green,we had 2 hop gardens ,life was quiet untill the hop pickers arrived,they soon livened the place up,my brother and i was allowed to sit round the fire in the evening and have a sing song with them. As you will know it was a tradition to tip pickers into the bin on the last day,i chose the wrong lad ,he was on the large side,and not very happy,cannot repeat what he called me,i did a silly thing,ran along the river,had he caught me i feel sure iwould have been thrown in but round the bend hidden by trees was a bridge i was able to hide there, he gaveup in the end, and the day they went home,so i got away with it
brilliant moggy loved it 🙂
This was so lovely to read,thank you moggs,xxxxx
Really cool. Thanks 🙂
Made to smile to read this moggy, lovely blog, thank you xxx
Could not have said it better…wonderful blog moggy