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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Friends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief;<br>And I lay there in the bunk between, ailing beyond belief;<br>A weary armful of skin and bone, wasted with pain and grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My feet were froze, and the lifeless toes were purple and green and gray;<br>The little flesh that clung to my bones, you could punch it in holes like clay;<br>The skin on my gums was a sullen black, and slowly peeling away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was sure enough in a direful fix, and often I wondered why<br>They did not take the chance that was left and leave me alone to die,<br>Or finish me off with a dose of dope--so utterly lost was I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But no; they brewed me the green-spruce tea, and nursed me there like a child;<br>And the homicide he was good to me, and bathed my sores and smiled;<br>And the thief he starved that I might be fed, and his eyes were kind and mild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet they were woefully wicked men, and often at night in pain<br>I heard the murderer speak of his deed and dream it over again;<br>I heard the poor thief sorrowing for the dead self he had slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll never forget that bitter dawn, so evil, askew and gray,<br>When they wrapped me round in the skins of beasts and they bore me to a sleigh,<br>And we started out with the nearest post an hundred miles away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll never forget the trail they broke, with its tense, unuttered woe;<br>And the crunch, crunch, crunch as their snowshoes sank through the crust of the hollow snow;<br>And my breath would fail, and every beat of my heart was like a blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oftentimes I would die the death, yet wake up to life anew;<br>The sun would be all ablaze on the waste, and the sky a blighting blue,<br>And the tears would rise in my snow-blind eyes and furrow my cheeks like dew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the camps we made when their strength outplayed and the day was pinched and wan;<br>And oh, the joy of that blessed halt, and how I did dread the dawn;<br>And how I hated the weary men who rose and dragged me on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oh, how I begged to rest, to rest--the snow was so sweet a shroud;<br>And oh, how I cried when they urged me on, cried and cursed them aloud;<br>Yet on they strained, all racked and pained, and sorely their backs were bowed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then it was all like a lurid dream, and I prayed for a swift release<br>From the ruthless ones who would not leave me to die alone in peace;<br>Till I wakened up and I found myself at the post of the Mounted Police.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there was my friend the murderer, and there was my friend the thief,<br>With bracelets of steel around their wrists, and wicked beyond belief:<br>But when they come to God's judgment seat--may I be allowed the brief.</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>
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