I once met a man, on a cold winters day,
his skin was like leather and hair as cut hay.
His eyes betrayed his attempt at good grace,
a life long turmoil, etched deep on his face.
He recanted a story, of such earlier promise,
which ended in the demise, of this likable florist.
A good business, a loving wife and children too,
all he could want, for his dreams had come true.
The story he warned me, hit me hard to my heart,
for a drive returning home, was where it did start.
So tired from a day, way too long for any man,
his eyes were as lead, he never saw that old pram.
As he woke, a realisation, he wasn't tucked up in bed,
slamming that peddle, he already knew she'd be dead.
Her face he still sees, as she flew past his car,
tattooed to his mind, never leaving him too far.
That crash left this man, both broken and afraid,
the sound of that scream, would follow him to his grave.
A few coins I handed him and an excuse I must flee,
but through the grace of god,that man could be we...
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was sat waiting for my daughter to finish one of the 3 jobs she was doing to take her home. She was studying For her psychology degree at the time, she eventually passed with a first.She's doing her masters as we speak. As I was sat there I noticed a florist delivering, Pretty late at night, he looked shattered, and at that point this poem came to me. Hope no one is offended with it....
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Comments3
Wow, very touching message. I also liked how you made it rhyme. Powerful.
Thank you chrissy, my brother-in-law said
I shouldn't always make them rhyme...
I carnt help it, they just run through my
Head and I write them down...
Believe it or not but I'm
border line illiterate....
Thanks for your comment...
Really sad situation. But, your message is perfect.
Thanks
WOW!!!
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