The amount of pain,
Contained in a life,
Cannot be measured,
By the events,
Causing said angst,
Alone…
As one’s capacity,
To deal,
Also weighs in.
Never judge or compare,
Only love.
There is no yardstick,
To gauge,
The fragility of a life.
-Gilda Patricia
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the last three lines are just so wise, so beautiful Gilda. ❤
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Thanks kindly, Rosemarie!
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you are welcome, dear!
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Amen to that, Gilda. Everyone has an untold story, some just hanging there by a thread. So much compassion and understanding in this poem. I love this, Gilda. 😙
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So glad you like Sailaja! Thanks for such a thoughtful comment.❤️
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You are welcome, Gilda. I love your poetry and look forward to your posts 😊
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As I yours!!😉
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A lovely poem Gilda. It brings to the fore the fragility of life and why we should love and embrace each minute. 🙂
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So true! Thanks so much Davy.😌
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So true! We all start from different places!
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Yes, thanks, glad you liked!☺️
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Beautiful expression touching the core. I t stirs the essence of life,its fragility and vulnerability.I am glad I visited your blog.life which is multidimensional requiring fortitude and resilience yet is fragile and unpredictable.
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Veena, so glad you visited my blog and liked my poem. Thanks for your thoughts. Your blog is equally special to me!😃
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