A Wife In London (December, 1899)
Poem By Thomas Hardy
My dear netizens, poem hunter friends,
Accept my gratitude, your poems are godsend.
So many have made to my favourite list,
Full of wisdom, beauty, irony and wit.
I just log on, when I am feeling like a misfit,
Like true friends you never fail to uplift.
There is a secret I must in all honesty share,
Over the years I have acutely become aware.
No longer need to waste time with a therapist.
Who used to charge me large sum by the minute.
I know exactly what to read when I am feeling low,
One of you convinces me this won’t last till tomorrow.
you know what, you are absolutely right
before I know I am feeling happy and bright,
some of you are blessed with humour
I just get tickled and nolonger feel dour.
i travel to distant lands and with my mind's eye
feel the climes- heat, mist, snow and get a high
Its early November morning, I must log off now,
As the bright sunny morning beckon me somehow.