<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No More Need I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more need I, the poor man said, <br>As he lay dying, almost dead, <br>His lifeforce fading, words so weak, <br>The present passing, future bleak...<br>Like whispers melting on the breeze, <br>He lay there breathing, near release, <br>Reflecting on his foolish acts, <br>Considering the final facts...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more need I of food, or drink, <br>Or pen and paper, dark blue ink, <br>Or books with pages shared by Man, <br>Or schemes, or dreams, or pension plan, <br>Or girls to hold by day and night, <br>Or friends to share, or foes to fight, <br>Or homes, or cars, or jewellery, <br>Or girl to love the likes of me...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more need I of some career, <br>Or crystal balls to make things clear, <br>Or suits, or shirts, or ties, or shoes, <br>Or tv shows, or breaking news...<br>Or Christmas cards, or Valentines, <br>Or sugar-sweet romantic lines, <br>Or hopes for children once I've wed, <br>Or, even now, another bed...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more need I this mortal flesh, <br>Or fragrant soap to make it fresh, <br>Or one more shave upon my face, <br>Or at this time, a fond embrace...<br>Because, sweet Lord, it's time to go...<br>Where all God's answers overflow, <br>Beyond this world, this space, this time...<br>From grace-to-grace... to love sublime...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet this I know... and testify...<br>My King of Love... Your love need I...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</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=367403" data-title="No More Need I de Denis Martindale" data-description="No more need I, the poor man said, As he lay dying, almost dead, His lifeforce fading, words so weak, The present passing, future bleak... Like whispers melting on the breeze, He lay there breathing, near release, Reflecting on his foolish ac..."></div> </div> </div>

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