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A Thing (poem)

Updated on February 26, 2017

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


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


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


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


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