Emptiness now reigns
silence the only content
where once was filled
with smiles and happiness
no sadness for the loss
fond memories remain
a friend has left us
and shall be missed
but now the process starts
to fill that void again
and choices call out to us
seeking to be chosen
how sad is the sound
when tap runs empty
how sweet to hear
the keg refilled anew
there is great joy in hobbies
to create a work of art
hand crafting delicate nectars
how great the joy of brewing
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
There are many losses and there are many ways to experience joy; more than than we can imagine.
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