<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367684" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Loneliest Man In The World</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Almost sixty, just weeks to go, <br>Yes, less than twenty days<br>And only God above to know<br>Of how the future plays...<br>As time flies by, the hours fade<br>Like sunshine clear and bright, <br>Surrendering, yet unafraid, <br>Like all to sacred night...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The year has almost run its course, <br>October greets me now<br>And with its coldness I close doors, <br>Conserving heat somehow...<br>It seems my heart is double-glazed<br>Just like the window panes, <br>Such that for grace the Lord is praised, <br>For benefits and gains...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Almost sixty, just weeks then done, <br>Outliving Mum and Dad<br>And even then, their younger son, <br>The brother I once had...<br>At home, alone for every day, <br>No other voice is heard, <br>At home, alone yet here I pray, <br>Despite what has occurred...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long I'll live, the Lord must choose<br>For He holds centre stage, <br>Till then I'll preach my points of views<br>As if within this cage...<br>This house called home where no wife smiles, <br>This place where no child laughs, <br>Is where my heart still reconciles<br>My choices and my paths...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, October 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=367684" data-title="The Loneliest Man In The World de Denis Martindale" data-description="Almost sixty, just weeks to go, Yes, less than twenty days And only God above to know Of how the future plays... As time flies by, the hours fade Like sunshine clear and bright, Surrendering, yet unafraid, Like all to sacred night... The year ..."></div> </div> </div>

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