My Leftover Wine

Was yesterday a mistake

My son’s best friend died

So who am I to complain

About my leftover pain


Was yesterday a mistake

I took my body to work and I tired

I over-sweated and my muscles strained

Not long ago, my clients brother died

So who am I to complain

About my leftover pain


Today I’m going to give life another try

Even if these aches make me cry

My wife suffered and tried for thirty years

She would smile, never show me tears

So who am I to complain

About my leftover wine


Ivor Steven (c)Β  Dec 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

44 thoughts on “My Leftover Wine”

      1. Oh Vanessa, life can tough, but I learnt through the gracious courage of my red-head, how to remain strong and humble and still be able to smile and appreciate our life…. πŸ’™πŸ’™πŸŒβ˜ΊοΈ

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  1. Yes, so true, Ivor! You’ve expressed this pefectly.
    We can all relate.
    I think we can, and should, express our feelings and our pain and not feel ours is less, or not as important, by comparison to others.
    And it’s good to think on the positive and live life to the fullest each day, like your Carole did. πŸ™‚ She’s a wonderful example to all of us!
    But, often in the schemes of life we realize our current pain is minimal to others who are suffering greatly in this moment.
    A family near us…a mom and five little kids…her hubby/the kids dad died over the weekend. 😦 He was a police officer who was killed on the job. 😦 I keep thinking about how their lives have changed so suddenly and sadly. 😦
    (((HUGS))) and give life a try every day! You are here for so many good important reasons! πŸ™‚

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    1. Oh dear Carolyn thank you for your kindness, and your tragic story guyof the police officer, is exactly the thing that Carole would have cried about, and not dwell on her own sad predicament, her compassion for fellow fork was almost heaven sent πŸ’™πŸ’™β€οΈπŸŒ

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      1. Oh, Sue our story is a long one,.. we (Carole and I), miscarriages early in our marriage… sorry I can’t explain our story…. xx .. maybe when I’m brave enough.. but that won’t happen…. πŸ˜πŸ’™πŸŒ

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  2. My condolences for your loss, it really brings home our own pain and how irrelavent it is compared to those who have just lost one of their children. Our self-pitying pain seems insignificant compared to anyone else. This made me take stock of myself and so called woes. Left over whine/wine.

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  3. Catching up on your posts and this one hit home. So simply and eloquently written. Pain from loss or other tragedy or from physical ailments – it is all suffering we must endure with and without the leftover wine. ❀️

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    1. Thank you Irma for reading so many of poems, even though I’m an ageing poet, I always get a buzz out people reading my humble words and getting something out of them…… And yes this poem works personally strong for me too xx

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