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Lyda M Sourne Feb 2020
Whenever I stray from classical music
He brings me Bach
Both a pun and a homage to Bach....yes, I'm punny that way
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2020
My aunt tells me

Be careful with your heart

And I promised her I would

But I couldn't tell her

That it wasn't my heart I had to be careful with

It was my mind
Anxiety is never going to go away...is it
  Feb 2020 Lyda M Sourne
LearnfromBOBD
When I was young, I wanted to change the world.

I found out it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation, Nigeria.

When I found I could not change my country, I began to focus on my city. I couldn't change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my Estate.

When I found out I could not change my Estate alone.

Now, as a man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself.

And suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family. My family and I could have made an impact on our town. Our impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.

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Learnfrom your self, study your self, listen to your self and do yourself, every one has a listening hear to talk to him self. Be yourself and it would help you at the long run
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2020
Weddings are wonderful things
I know

But I can't help but be heartbroken
As I see a couple join together

Knowing if they do not love
There will be no chance of love
From a child of divorce
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2020
If love was forever
Why did you part

If love was loyalty
Why did you seek others

If love was vowed
Why did you break it

If it was meant to be,
Why was it not meant for love?
Wedding blues of a child of divorce
Lyda M Sourne Jan 2020
I guess that's it

Once you've found someone new
You forget me too

Just like everyone else
Who stepped away from my life

I am but a passing melody
Forgotten by the end of the piece
So our friendship was this shallow
Lyda M Sourne Jan 2020
And they ask me,

"Hello, how are you?"

"Fine, thank you. And you?"

The automatic reply out of my lips
Falling out in my stead of teardrops

"Fine, thank you. And you?"

I'm fine. Not great. Not good.
Just..

Thank you.
For your politeness. For the bother enough to ask. For the question, even if you couldn't care less.

And you?
Deflection. Before you can see me. Before I can honestly answer the question. Before I can say,

"I'm not fine. I haven't been fine for so long. Yet I deceive myself into thinking I'm content. And it's been so long that someone actually wanted to know if I'm fine or not, I've forgotten how to express myself. How to open up. How to describe how I feel - it's too hard to describe how I feel, so I just say,

Fine, thank you. And you?"
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