A Friend To NoneA Poem by Chris Shaw
I spied an old man sip his beer,
his eyes were glazed, full cloudy day. Oblivious to all around he didn't hear the raucous sound of other drinkers loud at play. I watched him as he raised his glass. I didn't miss a tear that fell that trickled down his weathered skin. I felt another's suffering, his sadness wrapped me in its spell. Where was he in his troubled mind? For sure he wasn't here with us His shirt was stained, his hair unkempt, I pondered where his thinking went. He drank his pain with little fuss. My thoughts returned to you and I. The Reaper is a friend to none, for when you've lost your trusted mate, you lose your compass and your fate lies in the stars, your present gone. © 2019 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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Added on September 27, 2019Last Updated on September 27, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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