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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536179" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This World I Bid Goodnight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THIS WORLD I BID GOODNIGHT<br>Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Tuesday, October 27,2009 @ 12: 37 AM</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one cried the day I died for they didn’t see it coming<br>Wept no one for the despondent son for now lays sleeping<br>The hand was dealt and things were felt could not I overcome<br>No longer could he cope with the lost of hope and never was he bunkum <br> <br>Slowed now the sprinter as autumn turns to winter<br>Aged eyes now the squinter wedged in flesh a splinter<br>Drew his last breath for vigilance was death <br>Creepy crawlers always lurking for nothing was truly working</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gave up his life work as he slowly went berserk<br>Deep in murk the fool, the jerk dwelling in the middle of the cirque <br>Lost in the network and unanswered questions by the salesclerk <br>On his face never wore a smirk so he falls on his dirk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A good man it was said but voices spoke in his head<br>His heart truly bled as barely he slept in a bed<br>Sleepless eyes run red as the life he shed<br>Once stood in good stead philosophy no longer to spread</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never lied, never tried inside wanting to hide away<br>Arguments heated but never he cheated molding he did the clay<br>Fish wrapped in tinfoil, curry will spoil, and a house full of such turmoil <br>In a basement to toil as emotion they boil for now chicken fries in hot oil </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Raining the day plays the band of drum and fife<br>Never accomplished all he wanted in his life<br>Deeply cut the wounds from love’s knife<br>Agony, struggling to pain and strife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Funny how it seems so clear as I look back on the yesteryear <br>Legs are weak, my voice seldom I speak for defend I cannot hear<br>Passed by the parade for my bed has already been made<br>As the music start to fades all debits are finally paid</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No longer putting up a fight for dawn has turned to twilight<br>Trees have fruits that are blight as the bedbugs always bite<br>Life no longer excite for all is not alright but I fight on despite <br>Words I cannot recite but I was always polite </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never I took flight and no one I spite <br>Danced for your delight, as the grand jury wanted to indite<br>Taken to such a height to extinguish flames once fire could ignite<br>As conflagration burns bright the campsite, fears the counselor wanted to incite </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No longer stuck and held up in a jam they sacrificed the sacred lamb <br>For those who never really gave a damn, I am who I am <br>Pandemonium seize then night I shall not be so contrite<br>Longing no longer for the limelight and to this insanity I bid goodnight</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfred+Mellers">Wilfred Mellers</a><div class=q>
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Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Tuesday, October 27,2009 @ 12: 37 AM

No one cried the day I died for they didn’t see it coming
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