Irene ClarkHogg


Selfishness - Poem by Irene ClarkHogg

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Is it selfish to cling to those who have gone?
To wish for his strong arms when darkness falls,
Or his hand to help me along the street,
Soft lips for a kiss every time we meet?
The sharing of memories that each recalls.

I need the warmth of his body close to mine.
Time passes, yet the pain won’t go away.
He should be here, to wipe away my tears;
My love, my protector against my fears.
Why did you die, beloved? Could you not stay?

Is it self-indulgence, or merely a dream?
That such a life as ours could never cease
To hope once again to hear the soft voice
That spoke my name. So, I now have a choice;
To mourn forever or to live at peace.

Topic(s) of this poem: Death


Comments about Selfishness by Irene ClarkHogg

  • C. P. Sharma (3/31/2014 2:54:00 AM)


    Mourning is not the attribute of the soul/ Doting after the decayed is not life's goal/ Ring out the old, ring in the new/ Those who know it have times withstood. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/28/2014 8:48:00 PM)


    Really nice poem :) Read mine whenever you have the chance :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, April 4, 2014


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