Close the door
let it be
no need to be
sad
nor
hungry.
For the knowledge
left behind
you already know
it was good
in it’s
own time.
Let it be
let it go
tomorrow’s another day
it will give you
all you need
to
know.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025
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I liked the poem, also when I read the words Close the door” I could hear my dad’s voice saying close the door, you weren’t born in a tent
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Yes!
I had similar thoughts when those words came and then thought, where is it going?
Didn’t expect it would go where it did – but hey, that’s what happens when you write the words you hear! 🤔
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