A Thing (poem)
Who was this man I’ve seen his face somewhere
Who came to sit beside my father’s bed
He brought with him a thing that quickly spread
And quenched the smell of death that filled the air
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He took his hand and gently stroked his head
And oh what worlds were captured in their stare
It seemed their stream of dreams was flowing there
Throughout their magic not a word was said
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Twas then we saw two young men playing ball
And toasts to boast each others’ wedding day
Such memories these two had come to know
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Then came the words a thing we all recall
They said my friend right here we cannot stay
Such memories these two still haunt me so