Let me tell you how it is
It’s like this you see
*he sounded like the truth,
I know he’s not the truth today*
He was there
back then
I saw with my own eyes
Let me tell you how it is
It’s like this you see
…….
I’m here now
“Toot toot” I do stay
come out to me
don’t worry
I’ll never come in and see
you with your disability
I’ll hide behind my wheel
here in fear
I don’t want to feel
your loving smile
nor your gentle tears
…….
Let me tell you how it is
It’s like this you see
*He sounded like the truth
I know he’s not the truth today*
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
*These two lines* bear similarities of the two lines taken from Leonard Cohen’s song, It Seemed The Better Way.
“Sounded like the truth
But it’s not the truth today”
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 
A sad, poignant piece my friend.
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Yes, I’m a bit sad about the situation
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I understand. It will never go away, but it will get better…
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I love the different style Ivor, and I agree, so poignant!! Hope you’re okay 💐
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Thanks Vanessa, things could be betterer, I’m nearly ok. 😊
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cyber hug 🤗
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Ivor Hug 🤗 💗
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I hope you more that nearly Ok by now xxx
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It’ll take time, but in the end I’ll be ok, I’m a Survivor
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Have faith Ivor, the light will shine again . xx
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, I know dear, Sue, I’m riding the bumps at the moment xx
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I know you are Ivor, please take care xx
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I can but echo Walt
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….and I echo the others. You are a man of love and all emotions that go into love. ❤
I do like this style too Ivor.
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Oh Colleen, your comments mean so much to me 😊
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Thank you Ivor. 🙂
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Magical melancholia Ivor.
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Thanks Peter, that’s the way it was supposed to be 😊
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Let your poetry carry you through the pain, because you are a survivor. 🙂
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Yes, I will survive, but sometimes the disappointments get me down, and I wonder why me !! 😉
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I know that feeling. I’ve been very depressed these past two weeks. It just happens sometimes.
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Our bigger world seems to overcrowd the space of our thoughts
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For me it’s just the news. The good news for Americans is that most of our worst fears about the government prior to Trump were not true. The bad news is now they are.
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Beautiful and deep piece. Stay strong!
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Thank you, my young heart is strong. xx
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Of all your poems that I’ve read, I think this must be the best. Sending you love and {{{hugs}}}
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I’ve just slightly altered the wording to read as He, and now it works better for me, the italic words are the voice of Carole’s father, who ashamedly was too afraid to come in and say hello to his courageous daughter.
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I wondered what that was about. Now you’ve told me, I’m going to re-read it…
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Reading the comments and hoping you’re okay Ivor. 💐 Lovely and different poem. 💕
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I’m reasonably ok, and if you read the comment I wrote to Janebasil, you’ll understand my words and story.
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Ooof wow. He never went in to speak to her? I re-read it in a new way.
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He didn’t come in, only for her birthday, but he never sat with her, kissed her, or held her hand. I felt Carole’s hurt, you could see it in her face……
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He missed out on opening his heart, he was the loser, sadly Ivor
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That’s very Deb, and that’s what I keep telling myself, to help me keep calm…. he was the one who missed 30 years of Carole’s life…….
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This is your lovely little white dog and a comfort to Carole another beautiful poem and photo.
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Thank you Nanette…..
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