A Poem

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

I love poems, they fill me up

I was just watching the news about a woman who was retired from the RAF due to PTSD. The poor woman, it was heartbreaking to watch.

The armed forces really don’t get enough support with regards to mental health issues. They deserve better.

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wow blossom

you have one heck of a big heart!

i’m pleased to know you.

carole xx

Sorry carole. I didn’t write it but wish I had

Edgar Allen Poe…I think

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yes but you posted it and it must have been done with feeling.

so take this heart and wear it with prideor else!!

carole x

It was with feeling. My husband has bipolar.

I look to poetry for a quick fix

Thank you x

I love that poem too. Thank you. Xx

Hi #1,

Heartfelt poem. This is why I gave you that medal, do I need to say anymore.

#2 xx

Thank you #2

You are welcome