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So Long Leonard

written by: Martin Brown

 @MartinBWriter

 

I wrote a poem Leonard,
It’s the best that I can do
To try to tell the world the way I feel
‘Bout losing you.

Your poetry of sadness
Always made me feel alive.
Although there’ll be no more
We have sufficient to survive.

You helped me through the darkest hours.
You took me to a place
Where beauty met confusion,
In another time and space.

When I was at my lowest points
I shut myself away
With the words that helped me lose myself
And fight another day.

And if I felt euphoric
In the winter by the fire,
A cup of wine and “Hallelujah”
Took me even higher.

The sense of loss I’m feeling
Is far less than I feared.
I think I was prepared for it
As time it slowly neared.

My sadness is quite selfish
To know that there’s no more
But you are such a part of me
That there’s no closing door.

So thank you for the beauty,
The laughter and the tears.
Marianne is waiting
And now suddenly appears.

Martin Brown

Martin Brown

I love writing, pure and simple. I write first for myseIf, but, having completed an article, story, poem or book, if I find that other people are also entertained by it, imagine my sense of happiness.

When I am writing I try to make people think about topics, some serious and some not so serious, a mix of humour, social observation, political opinions. I try to write in a way that is both amusing and, in some way thought provoking, useful or educational.

I am a very happy, positive person. When I see a problem that I can help with, I make myself available. I co-founded a charity in Uganda, Infancia Uganda, three years ago to help and support children and women in a village there.

My hobbies are observing people, sport, music, travel and music, a lot of music.
Martin Brown

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