Of Life and Loss
I met an old friend who said to me
“I watched this tap drip, all the time I was with it”
I asked him
“What did you do”
He told me
“The plumber said it could not be fixed”
He bowed his head and said
“I don’t have the tap anymore”
I said
“Well, that’s one less thing to worry about”
I saw a tear splash on the floor and he said
“What am I going to do now”
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Author:
Andrew Charles Forrest (
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Comments6
Missing life when its imperfect vessel has flown elsewhere makes a touching subject the human aspect to this well-crafted imagery brought me near tears dear friend..
Thanks for the read Fay
A fine write Andrew.
Thanks Orchi
This is so so good - into faves and the first for a very long time. I can't say more than that.
Actually I can say a bit more - the format is exceptional and it simply reads straight off the tongue. Bravo.
I'm Honoured thank you Michael
Those things in life even if they seem meaningless can be so important when they have gone.
Thanks for the read G You are so right
Like LittleGift, I read it as a metaphor as well, but slightly different.
I thought he was talking about himself, that he was living with an illness, which had reached a stage where there was no cure anymore.
Anyways, very inspiring and draws the reader as is evident from many comments above.
Thanks S for the read and your thoughts much appreciated
Andrew
Taps lost, tears gained..........
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