Uncertainty

Uncertainty short poem

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Will you still love me every morning,
When I wake up all grumpy and frowning?
Will I still be desirable to you,
When I yell for things you don’t have a clue?

Will you stand by me through thick and thin,
Even if at some point I should sin?
Will you find me beautiful when wrinkles appear?
You know growing old and ugly is something I always fear.

Will we still remain friends as we are now,
Can I take your word for it, can we make it a vow?
Will you in the future feel insecure and jealous,
Will your behaviour towards me turn callous?

Will you always stay this funny,
Even if burdened and faced with hardships and no money?
Will you always be this understanding and caring,
It is after all a life together we’ll be sharing.

Perhaps I ask too many questions in my state of uncertainty,
These questions may very well stem from my insecurity.
The real question though is will you always stay true to me?
I guess I’ll have to wait patiently for the future to unfold and see.

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Keith Wilson
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Extremely well expressed. Insecurity and uncertainty are such important aspects of ourselves that always need to be considered upon self reflection.

thank you for your work!

Shamala Chandran
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confusion and the fear of losing what we already have. To imagine a world with the loved one…scary..

very well said…

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