You and I
You and I whether planned or not
have wandered separate ways.
But in all the wandering we forgot
that there’d be kinder days.
Days of simple pleasantries,
days of pain to bear,
days of complicated living,
days we could not share.
And then we came upon a time
that what we thought forgot
was alive and well from memory
whether planned or not.
For fate will have a say in life
and surprise will come to you.
And just when we thought our life was over
we found it was not through.
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Comments about this poem (You and I by Edwina Reizer )
- Life, Soul Watcher
- Song of Myself, LII, Walt Whitman
- Bharatheeyakavitha-3, dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath
- Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies, Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Gone From My Sight, Henry Van Dyke
- When I Die, Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
- A LONG NIGHT, Satish Verma
- Ideals And Ethical Dreams, Margaret Alice Second
- Inner Peace, Leong Ming Loong
- God! ! man, SALINI NAIR
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