lost alter ego
never intended to be
a permanent thing
flippant words flowing
this is where I found myself,
a timeless event
gnarly persona
never intended to be
a permanent thing
drastic times, not a stranger
hardships not chosen
never intended to be
a permanent thing
let the curtain fall
peace lives in shadows
© Eugenia Hoffman
Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for Eugenia to follow her dreams by doing things she enjoys…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, and writing poetry. Eugenia’s writing and creative endeavors can be found at Eugi’s Causerie.
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I love this poem Eugenia!
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Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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The repetition works well – isn’t that the way – “never intended to be/ a permanent thing.”
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Thank you, and seems so VJ!
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Welcome
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That is excellent.
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Thank you, Ellen.
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Repeat 50 times and it becomes a permanent habit… And that’s how transient attitudes become fixtures in our lives. Love the way this one is self aware and I can feel the regret…
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Thank you. I like your keen observations.
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We are, never, who we, intend our selves, to be, we are, who, we, are…
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I agree. Thank you for your comment!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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❤️xoxo Thank you, Chuck!
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