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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=551303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy For A Lost Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Note to the reader: I never intended to write something as angry as this, but to get something from out of my system so strong, I felt I had to…. My apologies if anything within this poem sounds offensive….) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We were children at school. It was 1975 we met.<br>I recall it so clearly, how could I forget.<br>You were lovely, you had it all, you were wild, <br>We had a ball.<br>And later you had wit, and intelligence so much<br>And how glad I had found you, had found you, <br>What luck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years went swiftly and we parted for Uni, <br>Some years we lost, but regained the time <br>As professional careers beckoned, <br>Our friendship returned so fine, <br>And to the Olympian heights of Oxford you went, <br>Living a fantasy, Evelyn Waugh-esque life, <br>Never knowing that it would become your eventual downfall, <br>Because it was there you met your wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never liked her, nor her family, nor liked her desire to hunt.<br>I’d always seen her as pathetically hollow, <br>Had she been a pool you would never have drowned, <br>She was simply that shallow.<br>But you besotted, and love renders the wise blind, <br>I saw her destroy you, love, destroy you over time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You parted in 1992. She’d taken enough, she didn’t need you.<br>Returning to Oxford with another fool in tow, I was so angry.<br>The years of drink then took its toll. I saw your career fold, <br>It was all so painful, no story could have told, <br>The truth that lay behind her lies. I cannot think of anything about her, <br>Except for the word ‘despise’.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried to stop what you had done, reverse you back, <br>Back from where you had originally come from.<br>But I lost the war, I lost the fight, <br>For you had gone, my friend, you had lost life’s brilliant<br>Light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I last saw you in the nursing home. It was over a year ago, a while<br>I know.<br>The looks now faded, your brilliant mind lost, <br>A day is confusion; the past has dearly cost.<br>Your eyes that sparkled have lost their lustre of wit, <br>And all for what? Some silly bitch? A pompous, pseudo upper-class git.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In sportswear you sit, smoking in silence, as I tried to speak.<br>But to you, I’m not there. The room is silent, to you, you’re alone, <br>So after two hours I get my coat and drive home. <br>Tears dash the road ahead. Tears mist the rushing scene, <br>There is nothing I can do, life is so obscene. <br>As in my mind I still picture you there – lost in vacant stare.<br>Life can be so unfair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life can be so unfair………………………..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Gerrard">Amy Gerrard</a><div class=q>
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