<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508406" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought I would go daft when Joey died.<br>He was my first, and wise beyond his years.<br>For nigh a hundred nights I cried and cried,<br>Until my weary eyes burned up my tears.<br>Willie and Rosie tried to comfort me:<br>A woeful, weeping family were we.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a widow with no friends at all,<br>Ironing men's shirts to buy my kiddies grub;<br>And then one day a lawyer came to call,<br>Me with my arms deep in the washing-tub.<br>The gentleman who ran poor Joey down<br>Was willing to give us a thousand poun'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What a godsend! It meant goodbye to care,<br>The fear of being dumped out on the street.<br>Rosie and Willie could have wool to wear,<br>And more than bread and margerine to eat . . .<br>To Joey's broken little legs we owe<br>Our rescue from a fate of want and woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How happily he hurried home to me,<br>Bringing a new-baked, crisp-brown loaf of bread.<br>The headlights of the car he did not see,<br>And when help came they thought that he was dead.<br>He stared with wonder from a face so wan . . .<br>A long, last look and he was gone,--was gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've comfort now, and yet it hurts to know<br>We owe our joy to little, laughing Joe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</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=508406" data-title="Joey de Robert William Service" data-description="I thought I would go daft when Joey died. He was my first, and wise beyond his years. For nigh a hundred nights I cried and cried, Until my weary eyes burned up my tears. Willie and Rosie tried to comfort me: A woeful, weeping family were we. I w..."></div> </div> </div>

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