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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wood of Forgotten Deeds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd been depressed for a year or so<br>For the way ahead was grim, <br>Each venture failed left a legacy<br>That had said, ‘You can't come in! <br>No smell of sweet success for you<br>But the canker of despair, <br>Don't hope for wealth or accolades<br>In your life, they're just not there.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My wife took off with a businessman<br>That I once had called a friend, <br>I hadn't known what was going on<br>‘Til she left me, in the end, <br>The lure of money and trinkets turned<br>Her face from a dismal past, <br>And her one delight was to scorn me then<br>When her love failed, at the last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I often thought that I'd end it then<br>When my world was black as pitch, <br>When the future promised more of the same<br>In some unforgiving ditch, <br>I wondered why it had chosen me<br>This fate, with its barren seeds, <br>But came at last to the truth, I found<br>The Wood of Forgotten Deeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd travelled far from the paths of men<br>To nurse my hurts on my own, <br>Squatted in many a ruined house<br>And wandered at night, alone, <br>I came at length to a valley where<br>No man had laid his hand, <br>And a wood had covered the valley floor<br>Since the dawn of time began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rain had driven me into the wood<br>To shelter among the trees, <br>And a mood of some despair had grown<br>As it forced me to my knees, <br>My mind lit up with a thousand things<br>That littered my wayward past, <br>And every tree cried out to me: <br>‘Each sin is nailed to your mast! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The things that I was ashamed of<br>I had pushed them away from me, <br>Hidden them in my subconscious so<br>They wouldn't keep bothering me, <br>But in this wood was a memory<br>Of everything mean and grim, <br>The things I'd tried to forget were there<br>And forced me to take them in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The petty slights and injustices<br>That I'd scattered, far and wide, <br>The friends that I'd turned my back on<br>When it was just a question of pride, <br>I'd never thought of the consequence<br>For them, or who I had hurt, <br>But blithely left in my ignorance<br>The ones I'd left in the dirt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then I came to a vision<br>That had haunted me, on and off, <br>A girl that had gone to prison<br>I could have saved if I'd cared enough, <br>I'd left her pregnant and wanting there<br>So she'd stolen food for the child, <br>The magistrate said, ‘Fifteen months! '<br>The thing that I'd done was vile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fit of remorse came over me<br>And I wept and wailed in the wood, <br>My fate was suddenly clear to me<br>I'd only got what I should! <br>I'd never bothered to see the child<br>Or see to its tender needs, <br>But thanked the spirit that came to me<br>In the Wood of Forgotten Deeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I travelled back and I found the girl<br>And I begged for a second chance, <br>She said she had nothing but hate for me<br>But we finally found romance, <br>My life came out of that darker place, <br>I see to all of their needs, <br>She's my Sun, my Moon and Stars, I thank<br>The Wood of Forgotten Deeds! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">21 November 2012</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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For the way ahead was grim, 
Each venture failed left a legacy
That had said, ‘You can't come in! 
No smell of sweet success for you
But the canker of despair, 
Don't hope for wealth or accolades
In your life,..."></div>
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