A quiver in the voice
Of an old friend
I saw today
Years had passed before
This chance meeting
So to say.
His eyes were heavy
His forehead creased
Behind his smile
There was no peace
I didnt ask
I didnt pry
What the trouble was
Of what or why.
We shook hands
Said our farewells
See you soon
As his tears welled
I watched him walk
Down the street
A solemn step
His soul to weep.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
How things go unsaid in a world of no conversation. Darkness falls in this poem. Very well written a fave
very kind, thanks appreciated
Very touching poem.
very kind thanks, appreciated
Yes you never know what's going on behind the Mask. Enjoyed.
thanking you, appreciated
You painted a scene of separation.
Well written
thanking you
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