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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A tale of Goodwill....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A family of four; parents, two sons; <br>Charlie the elder, young was Harrison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every blessing of World ' imagine, <br>Father provided keenly in abundant fashion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But something tormented him from inside, <br>Peeled his flesh n blood, was Charlie (his son) his pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dearest to him, was the upshot of his dreams; <br>But seemed aloof & angry with demands in extreme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A connection suggested (father) to be friends with sons; <br>Will be on losing end, this gap is grave concern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thought of intervention towards younger son, <br>Forbade him to imitate, the child was Harrison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day he asked the younger one: <br>Spare sometime my dear son</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some interests to relate, define & renew<br>Share mundanely matters, or when u feel blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feel free to tell me secrets, I am your friend<br>And father felt feather light, thought relations all mend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Young soul took advice by heart.<br>Green & unfledged, thought a friendly start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what to talk or tell, nothing came to mind; <br>Next day after school, Harrison skipped his play time, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And waited for his father's to come from work.<br>Sat along him, questioned nonsense irks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father answered few, but wasn't in a mood<br>Conversation was at sea, matters very crude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next day waited again<br>But still no hope, not much gain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without any clue started same discussion, <br>Pointless it was, knew result was concussion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never called for, two days in stack<br>Goodwill once volunteered, but hope taking aback.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still with spirits though not very high, <br>Son waited third day, to meet his big guy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Same clueless questions he had; <br>But Answer this time, hit deep and sad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Why too inquisitive & interrogative with me, <br>I am your father, not a proven guilty&quot;.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son stood baffled, what to say ….<br>But friendship was confident enough to sneak away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samima+Shah">Samima Shah</a><div class=q>
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Charlie the elder, young was Harrison.

Every blessing of World ' imagine, 
Father provided keenly in abundant fashion.

But something tormented him from inside, 
Peeled his flesh n blood, was Charlie (his son..."></div>
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