To a friend
I lost a friend I didn’t know
I used to watch him come and go
I saw him every day and spoke
He really was a pleasant bloke
We waved and chatted had a laugh
and often walked the very path
where we first met so long ago
I lost a friend I didn’t know.
I love this, Peter.
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Thank you Dale. It was actually prompted by nearly losing a friend to Covid-19. He’s far from well now and may well have long lasting effects but he has survived and is slowly recovering.
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Oh dear. I am so sorry to hear that, Peter. I hope he recovers fully and does not end up with long lasting effects.
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I think that most people just don’t appreciate how being intubated and put into a coma can be so devastating to the whole body.
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No kidding. Most people don’t get that sick but those who do… scary.
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That’s sad and I think recovery is only just being discussed more. Unfortunately we have lost a good friend and the damage to lungs was vicious. Keep safe.
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That’s really poignant. I really like it.
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Thank you Margaret.
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Lovely poem.
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Thanks Alistair.
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Aw. 😦
But, a sweet poem.
Sometimes those kinds of friends bring us daily joy in such simple ways…even tho’ our lives are not personally intertwined.
(((HUGS)))
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Yes indeed. Even passing acquaintances can have a profound effect on our lives.
Such as Ralph, who I met only once:
https://pollymermaid.wordpress.com/2014/09/17/a-good-man-a-sad-day/
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Thank you for sharing that link with me, Peter!
I enjoyed reading about Ralph.
I’m so sorry for that sad sad day. But, how wonderful that Ralph (a good man) was there to bring you smiles.
I’m so sorry for your sister’s passing. (I lost my oldest sis to cancer.)
That is such a beautiful post, Peter. It was my honor to read it. I got teary, but I smiled, too. 🙂
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It still has that effect on me and it’s nearly six years ago. It was my sister’s death that started me blogging!
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What a beautiful thing to come from such a sad time. I’m sure your sister is smiling to know that you are sharing your wonderful words with so many of us! You have a gift for writing and you bring joy!
🙂
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Thank you so much for that lovely comment.
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You’re welcome.
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Such a lovely poem!
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Thank you.
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This is wonderful. How many people do we see and ‘friend’ without knowing them?
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So many, and often they are far better friends than “real” friends (but I didn’t really say that!)
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😉 I get that.
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A touching poem.
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Thank you.
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Cool and thought-provoking! 🙂
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Thank you Tom.
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I’m pleased your friend recovered, time will restore his mind and body.
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Thanks Sue. He’s still in intensive care but is being weaned off oxygen which is now via a tracheostomy. He’s started physiotherapy and has learned some sign language to communicate with his wife via a video link. A long recovery ahead!
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He’s fortunate to have friends who have positive thoughts and warm wishes. 🙂
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I understand that 80% of people put on a ventilator still die. The others have terrible after effects, so I know a little about your friend. Thanks for the tribute to him.
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Thank you Elizabeth.
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So beautiful. And I am sorry for Your loss. It’s pretty amazing how profound that can be, isn’t it? Lord. ❤️❤️❤️
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Yes, rapid and poignant as we pass people by so often. Happened with me when I dog walked but did make a really good friend. Same kinda dogs!
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There’s a man in our neighbourhood – and I’ve never talked to him, but I’ve watched him walk by for years. I can remember how sad I felt when I noticed, probably 5 years ago, he was carrying a white cane. Then I started seeing him with an older man who was in a wheelchair, his father I learned, and they seemed like such a unit. Recently, I noticed that his father was no longer with him, and the cashier in Safeway told me that the father had died. I feel so sad for him. This man is who your poem made me think about. He’s a lovely man, and it’s a lovely poem.
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Thank you Jeannie. They do say that strangers are friends you haven’t yet met!
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