With a little love

Another day another day
another day since that day,
another day until this day
hope today come what may,
here today gone away.

This poem is for all those who, at the last, hang on to that last thing there is to hang on to, endurance. Please, my hearts, hang on.

Thank you for reading With a little love. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.

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4 responses to “With a little love

  1. This reminds me of a sad fact: Suicide is the single biggest killer of men under 45. One reason for this is that men are less likely to ask for help or express depressive or suicidal feelings. A little love goes a very very long way. Fore some it may be a miracle.