<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That Year 1968</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father died that year. So did <br>Bob Kennedy, although that <br>Was a different death, planned <br>Right down to the last dark detail. <br>But your father’s was more personal, <br>More hurtful, getting right into your <br>Bones and heart. You were sitting <br>In the doctor’s surgery with your <br>Father where he’d come about pains <br>In the chest and back, when some guy <br>Came in and said, Bob Kennedy’s dead, <br>Some bugger’s shot him (excuse my French, <br>He added, there women being present) . <br>There was muttering amongst the throng, <br>Whispers, coughs, splutters, then a silence <br>Deeper than awaiting death by your father’s <br>Elbow, seemingly deeper than Nietzsche’s <br>Haunting eyes. Your father said nothing <br>That you recall, but no doubt he felt the <br>Same sadness that most felt that day, <br>The waste of a life, a fine brain blown out <br>Like some candle in a dark room, another <br>Organized snuff out by some rogue element <br>Of government backrooms. Father died <br>That year unbeknown by the world at large <br>(As if it cared) , but death was just as certain <br>And thorough when it came, sweeping him <br>Silently from the hospital ward, his link to <br>Life cut like a bloodied umbilical cord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</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=528022" data-title="That Year 1968 de Terry Collett" data-description="Father died that year. So did Bob Kennedy, although that Was a different death, planned Right down to the last dark detail. But your father’s was more personal, More hurtful, getting right into your Bones and heart. You were sitting In th..."></div> </div> </div>

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