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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365701" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death's Call</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard my friend died yesterday, <br>It knocked me off my feet, <br>I'd passed the time of day with him<br>Last Wednesday, on the street, <br>He'd caught me at an awkward time, <br>I strained to get away, <br>He had some awful flu, or cold, <br>I didn't want to stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He phoned me later, chatted on, <br>I looked up at the sky, <br>I'm always so impatient with<br>This one annoying guy, <br>His jokes were inappropriate, <br>He laughed at them himself, <br>When wit was handed out, they left<br>His sitting on the shelf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wrote a bit, of prose and verse, <br>It wasn't up to scratch, <br>I'd see him coming up the drive<br>And flick across the latch, <br>He'd want me to critique them<br>And I'd hate to lay him low, <br>By telling him his talent was<br>Not up to 'so and so'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He seemed to think that I was<br>Someone special in his life, <br>And tried to join the family<br>By chatting up my wife, <br>He really thought I didn't know<br>But still I kept my peace, <br>I didn't tell his wife on him, <br>Or tear him off a piece.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The one thing I will say is that<br>He always had a smile, <br>Whenever he caught up with me, <br>With notepad, book or file, <br>I've never known one try so hard<br>For friendship, in despair, <br>And in return, I'd tell the wife<br>'Just keep him out my hair! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now he's dead, so suddenly, <br>It's time that I took stock, <br>The friendship was all his, you see, <br>And all I did was block.<br>The fault was not in him, I see, <br>But in my tardy soul, <br>For he deserved much more than me, <br>And now, I'm feeling old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wasted all the chances that<br>He offered me, for free, <br>To just enjoy a simple soul, <br>One who looked up to me. <br>I'm going to miss that little man<br>And pray his soul to keep, <br>For now I'd welcome anyone<br>To talk to, in the street! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">29 January 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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It knocked me off my feet, 
I'd passed the time of day with him
Last Wednesday, on the street, 
He'd caught me at an awkward time, 
I strained to get away, 
He had some awful flu, or cold, 
I didn't want to stay...."></div>
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