it’s alright, it’s okay
you can lay me down now
in that circle poised for decay
or maybe tomorrow
or maybe back then
hell knows when
it’ll always be too soon
to attend such sadness but
it’s alright & it’s okay anyway
i need only as long as i get
& maybe moments more
for my life to matter
for to fill it with you
& the scenes we’ll ne’er keep
when our play is done
it’ll always be too soon
for such sadness to mend but
it’s alright to live & die anyway
you pay your debts with pain
then seek a new currency
& nurse that barb wire heart
but ask what joy would do
even when i’m gone
see, it’s alright, it’s okay
it’ll always be too soon
to pen such sadness but
it’s alright & got a poem anyway
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
unbolt me 
No greyness here to veil such sorrows, only rainbows to entice our tomorrows (or something like that!)
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Oh, I like that a lot, Crispina! 😄
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Thank you
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Never too soon. Sometimes sadness brings out the best poetry or story. This is such a good one.
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Thanks, Maria. I really appreciate that! 🙏
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You’re welcome, Tony 🙂
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💔🙏🤍
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🙏
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Tony,
Sadness has many shades in the Crayola box. I see you know that already with your poem Thanks, Gary
Gary Avants Forbear Productions * *garyavants66@gmail.com garyavants66@gmail.com
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Agreed, Gary. In its own strange way, sadness is a many shaded and nuanced thing.
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Feelings are colored and there are shades too faint to always see.
Gary Avants Forbear Productions * *garyavants66@gmail.com garyavants66@gmail.com
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Another errific poem begging to be a song. Learn the guitar already, Tony!
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Hee hee hee. I’ll get on that! 😛
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Go for it! 👍😻
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