Hour 8 – Golden Shovel

So often, I wish I could weep.

It’s not as easy as it sounds, if

Broken, for so long, as I have been, you

Hold your pieces together, tightly, as if you must

To survive. Everyone is hurt by parting.

What if that was all there is?

What if there is no heaven or hell?

I found this poem on the back of a photo but

I didn’t know who wrote it, who’s life

Had been reflecting these words, so it goes.

We all end up carrying on and on

Regardless of our experiences, so,

As long as you have breath, sing,

As long as you sing, smile as well.


“Weep if you must, parting is hell, but life goes on so sing as well”. Joyce Grenfell. A nod to Kurt Vonnegut too with “So it goes”.

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