My apologies and condolences.

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My apologies and condolences first;
to all who've had and lost me in their lives,
yours a feeling is what life gives,
getting and losing so fast 
for a soul so fragile like wild eggs,
humdrummed to resignation, tenderness it oft° begs.

My condolences and apologies first:
I'm sorry if I never said goodbye,
I'm sorry if you were accustomed to me standing by,
I'm sorry if to limbo your thoughts have been cast-
my condolences, at your whims I've oft° died
thence, to nature I must abide.

Weigh not much on your outcast soul;
free your mind for tomorrow's long trek.
Give the scars a jolly smile,from slavery you'll break,
for I lost myself too in this play so foul.
So, jot my spirit an apology and a note of condolence,
misery won't inter me more in a cruel embrace.

© Bunguswa Brian™
2021

Comments

  1. Unknown28 June 2021 at 08:29

    Wow.what a way to say goodbye.

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  2. Cheboi28 June 2021 at 11:19

    Beautiful, sad and true. Your ability to mix different generations of the English language and be a poet while at it, wows me.

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  3. Joseph8 July 2021 at 19:47

    Keep it up sir

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  4. Unknown8 July 2021 at 21:36

    I like this

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  5. Unknown8 July 2021 at 21:39

    They lost me but I found myself😊

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  6. Unknown8 July 2021 at 22:21

    I see a very creative mind here,good job

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  7. Patience9 July 2021 at 00:53

    Love your work✨

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  8. Should i?9 July 2021 at 01:29

    Always a charmer with words.

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  9. Bethwel wanjala9 July 2021 at 12:29

    Wow! This really amazing, I love it....Way to say goodbye. I love the content, that creativity. You are going far. Let God bless the work of your hands 🙏🙏
    ...keep it up

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    1. Bunguswa writes9 July 2021 at 17:43

      A big amen. Thank you for sparing your time to read. Won't disappoint you in content.
      I'm humbled🙏

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  10. Unknown9 July 2021 at 12:34

    Great mind

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    1. Bunguswa writes9 July 2021 at 17:41

      I'm really humbled. Thank you for reading 🙏

      Delete
  11. Syuu Benson10 July 2021 at 04:27

    Wow, this amazing. Best way of saying goodbye to loved 😍 ones

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    1. Bunguswa writes10 July 2021 at 05:37

      Thank you senior for reading. I'm humbled for your time. I won't disappoint

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  12. Unknown10 July 2021 at 04:37

    Nice article,Keep it up

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    1. Bunguswa writes10 July 2021 at 05:38

      Thank you for sparing your time to read. I'm humbled.

      Delete
    2. Unknown11 July 2021 at 03:37

      Keep it sir u will go far

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    3. Bunguswa writes11 July 2021 at 09:41

      I'm humbled. Thank you for reading.

      Delete
  13. Unknown11 July 2021 at 07:18

    Nice piece,, keep going.

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  14. Unknown13 July 2021 at 00:17

    It's very impressive...keep it up!

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    1. Bunguswa writes13 July 2021 at 01:50

      Thank you for reading. Continue being part of my audience.

      Delete
  15. Unknown15 July 2021 at 06:19

    Wow I like the choice of words boss keep it up

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    1. Bunguswa writes15 July 2021 at 13:23

      Thank you so much for sparing your time to read.

      Delete
  16. Unknown31 July 2021 at 23:22

    Wow,,,it's amazing...keep it up!

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    1. Bunguswa writes31 July 2021 at 23:48

      Thanks a lot for reading. Keep in touch for more amazing pieces.

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  17. Ann12 August 2021 at 02:20

    Great work bro

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    1. Bunguswa writes13 August 2021 at 11:55

      Thank you @ann for giving me audience. I'm humbled 🙏

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  18. Unknown14 August 2021 at 21:48

    Great,kindly publish the poems in a book

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    1. Bunguswa writes15 August 2021 at 03:14

      Thank you. I'm working on it. Once I get an avenue I can manage I'll have them published.

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  19. Trindad Trinnie4 September 2021 at 05:54

    I like it

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  20. Unknown15 September 2021 at 11:59

    Powerful

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  21. Unknown22 September 2021 at 07:15

    Go Brian.. this is a good piece

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  22. Unknown25 September 2021 at 13:33

    Wooow! 👏👏👏
    It's so real. A nice way to say goodbye.

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  23. Unknown26 October 2021 at 20:46

    Nice piece

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  24. Bello Adefunke19 November 2021 at 23:33

    Nice👍

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  25. Pauline cherop moya3 December 2021 at 23:11

    😥😥😥😥😥

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  26. Unknown30 March 2022 at 06:17

    Good job ❤️

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  27. Anonymous23 June 2022 at 20:23

    This is amzing

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  28. Anonymous20 August 2022 at 02:54

    Ngoja nitafute dictionary narudi ku comment

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  29. Anonymous15 January 2023 at 21:37

    This is the feeling I've wishes to express

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  30. Anonymous6 April 2024 at 10:32

    A nice piece comrade. Krep it up

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  31. Anonymous1 August 2024 at 04:48

    the choice of words in on another level. you have a special way with your words. you strike differently. keep inking....

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  32. Anonymous6 August 2024 at 10:30

    A beautified goodbye nice one

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  33. Anonymous15 September 2024 at 11:25

    We keep losing them until we find ourselves again..

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  34. Anonymous3 October 2024 at 05:34

    what an epic piece

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  35. Anonymous17 November 2024 at 23:25

    A very creative mind prof

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  36. Anonymous1 December 2024 at 06:59

    Creativity at its finest 🤗

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