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Oct 2018
When all else fails you have got to love thyself
A poem written by Philip. 2/10/2018. Ref 021
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When all else fails you have got to love thyself
Having spent so much time loving you my dear
Eternal will be that love and never ever waiver
Not in a million years although I share you !

Although I share you with the wide wide world.
Love that you have to others was boundless
Love that was free and so unconditional

Even when all else fails. I will be there for you
Linking arms with you and marching through.
Seeing that now we’re alone we love ourselves
Especially now that we are spiritually alone

For now we are alone when all’s said n done
And you in your heavenly corner and I in mine
In a biblical context love our neighbours
Love them as ourselves and love thyself
Simply love all and sundry unconditionally

Yes and love yourself with an equal passion
Often I would hear your words. Know I love you
Unspoken now , because God took you away.

Hectic now are my days on earth without you
And I guess more than ever I must love my self
Very sad the long moments that I now endure
Every day I find a mountain of which to climb

Grandchildren vanished as a wand was waved
Oh I guess that care we gave is tossed away
Though I love them all without conditions

They will remember me as a distant memory
Oh when all else fails you gotta love thyself

Love yourself and get on with your life.
Onward as if you have not a care in the world
Virtually ostracised from your life of yesterday
Especially as you and I were so in love.

Though many people of our age stood back
Happiness came to the front with our love
Year on year month on month a day at a time
So now you’ve gone from me my darling girl ?
Earth angels and guides comfort my grief.
Love ? For there is no better word as how I feel
For love I send you n and save little for myself
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Written by Philip
2nd October 2018.
Loneliness is a companion to grief. My dear wife Barbara died in September and I am grieving but poetry now bridges the gap and fills the void.
Philip Winchester
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