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A foggy Morning Poem , 12 O’clock In the Morning

Foggy Mornings  Kilkenny Nigel Borrington

Foggy Midnight poems
Nigel Borrington

12 O’clock In the Morning

Late nights are when my thoughts linger
I think too deep and begin to ponder
Why life has no purpose but to bring joy or pain
We have so much to lose but much more to gain
Many people give up too fast
Instead of living in the present, they focused on the past
These thoughts strike in the middle of the night
And they make me wonder with all of my might

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I haven’t lost that much
The only thing I fear is to lose all trust
Half of that is already gone
It got swept away with old love songs
My thoughts are getting foggy an hard to see
The midnight hour is the key

Jo Hello Poetry

4 responses

  1. Wonderful photos πŸ™‚

    April 13, 2016 at 11:33 am

  2. Hello Norma πŸ™‚

    Thank you , the Mornings this week have been just amazing for early walking and picture taking πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    April 13, 2016 at 1:58 pm

  3. Nigel, I love the fog and I love your poem. It ties in so well with the timelessness and the place I always like to think fog takes us where memory forgets. Just wonderful verse. πŸ™‚ Thank You!

    April 13, 2016 at 2:33 pm

    • Hello Morgan πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      Thank you and I am vey pleased you enjoyed this post πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      April 13, 2016 at 2:35 pm

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