{"id":161,"date":"2015-11-01T19:51:45","date_gmt":"2015-11-01T19:51:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/?p=161"},"modified":"2015-11-01T19:51:45","modified_gmt":"2015-11-01T19:51:45","slug":"lucky-me-unlucky-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/?p=161","title":{"rendered":"Lucky Me Unlucky You"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Poem<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s a little ironic that Sue wrote this poem about a dear friend that died and now the same poem applies so perfectly to her.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Picture<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>To me, November is a dark month. It\u2019s the month of Remembrance Day, my mother\u2019s passing, Sue\u2019s passing, as well as several others. This portrait of my father is painted from a photo taken on the day of my mother\u2019s funeral\u2026in November.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lucky Me Unlucky You<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Should I say that I loved you and nobody\u2019s above you<\/p>\n<p>or say that it wasn\u2019t that way<\/p>\n<p>All the times we drove home and we laughed and we cried<\/p>\n<p>Now my dear friend has died<\/p>\n<p>And I still can\u2019t believe that you\u2019re gone<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No one that had known you could say that without you<\/p>\n<p>the world would be better that way<\/p>\n<p>I still can\u2019t believe that you\u2019re gone<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You were so damn good thought you\u2019d be the son<\/p>\n<p>To get that first knock out round one<\/p>\n<p>Now it\u2019s all undone<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Should that be the last time I ever would see your face<\/p>\n<p>How did you ever leave such a space<\/p>\n<p>Never thought that would be the last time<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Life\u2019s so strange and people do change<\/p>\n<p>and you\u2019re never sure what you\u2019ll get<\/p>\n<p>Life\u2019s rearranged now that you took that train<\/p>\n<p>but I thank my stars that we met<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You still said I was the best kept secret of anyone you knew<\/p>\n<p>I wasn\u2019t sure<\/p>\n<p>but I thought that the only one who could see me was you<\/p>\n<p>And that came true<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re just calls that never got through<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>By: Susan Michaud<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Widower.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-162\" src=\"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Widower.jpg\" alt=\"Widower\" width=\"966\" height=\"1200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Widower.jpg 966w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Widower-242x300.jpg 242w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Widower-824x1024.jpg 824w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Widower-588x730.jpg 588w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 966px) 100vw, 966px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;The Widower&#8221; By: Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Poem It\u2019s a little ironic that Sue wrote this poem about a dear friend that died and now the same poem applies so perfectly to her. &nbsp; The Picture To me, November is a dark month. It\u2019s the month of Remembrance Day, my mother\u2019s passing, Sue\u2019s passing, as well as several others. This portrait [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/161"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=161"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/161\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":165,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/161\/revisions\/165"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=161"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=161"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=161"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}