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Ive never written a poem before……so here goes!
Life before
I hear the little motorbike
Coming down the street
The tightness in my chest
My heart skipping a beat
My ears strain hard, to hear the sound
Will it or wont it stop
I take a breath and hold it
My stomach in a knot
It happens every day you see
The waiting game begins
And when i hear that squeaky brake
My mind begins to spin
The postman is the person
That i used to fear the most
The bills and debt collectors
Who would contact me by post
I would never leave the house
Until i knew that he’d gone by
Or run out to the letter box
To ensure the mail was mine
I could never run the risk
Of someone else beating me there
I knew that if i did
My secret would be laid bare
Today i feel a little different
As i know there’ll be no more
I have taken back my life
And left behind my life before
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Well done!
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Omg u have just described my relationship with my postman !
What a fabulous poem Kathryn ! I can so identify ! -
with today’s technology I have signed up for paperless bills so I can hide my debt from everyone 🙁
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Totally get this, excellent poem
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