<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366047" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Would He Even Know Me Now?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The past is full of shades and shapes<br>Of people, come and gone, <br>'Whatever happened to so and so, '<br>We say, when the mood is on; <br>But closer still, our parents live<br>In the warmth of our hearts and minds, <br>And my father often returns to me<br>To haunt my quiet times.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How do you deal with a love so deep<br>That it tears your life apart? <br>The day that he left, he took a piece<br>Of my ever caring heart, <br>He died, and so did I that day, <br>But I couldn't even cry, <br>A loss so great to a fickle fate -<br>I wept, though my eyes were dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though that was twenty years ago<br>I remember in every way, <br>He'll always be just the way he was<br>On that final, desperate day; <br>But I have changed, I'm older now<br>And life has never been kind, <br>The years have indelibly traced their path<br>On my face, my body and mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My father knew me way back when, <br>A child, a teen, young man, <br>I hovered around the forty mark<br>When he left in the Lord's great plan; <br>But one thing worries my troubled mind<br>And it haunts my thoughts somehow, <br>If we were to pass on the street today<br>Would he even know me now? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 March 2008</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366047" data-title="Would He Even Know Me Now? de David Lewis Paget" data-description="The past is full of shades and shapes Of people, come and gone, 'Whatever happened to so and so, ' We say, when the mood is on; But closer still, our parents live In the warmth of our hearts and minds, And my father often returns to me To haunt..."></div> </div> </div>

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