He was a kind man, softly spoken,
but never lost for words.
I knew him well,
but wished I'd known him better:
we had so much to do
and thought there would be time
to do them later.
This, sadly, wasn't true.
But maybe they're important
these things we leave undone
They could be what keep us strong
and standing tall.
For who knows?
If we'd done all of them
there might be nothing left at all.
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Author:
Garry (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A good friend died recently after a long illness from which he was expected to get better. \r\nI personally found the last verse helpful.
- Category: Sad
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It's one of life's inevitabilities.
Sorry to hear about your friend. Great write
Thank you.
Sad but true Garry that the kind and softly spoken often have much more to tell. You will his good qualities stored in memory for always and as your poem relates things left undone maybe there for a reason. An endearing read .
Thank you. A thoughtful interpretation .
Gary this so good,
I absolutely love it.
It is my kind of poem
So very well done sir....
Thank you for your support.
That entire last stanza is the heart of your poetic remembrance. I had never considered the importance of things left undone. Reading this was like Wow! a whole new outlook on life's little quirks. Loved it.
Phil A.
Thanks for this comment. Poems, and writing, means different things to different people but was exactly what i aiming for.
Good write, those memories of what might have been are important as you can fill your dreams with them.
We all have memories, which is good., , but sometimes it's doing the things you didn't do that allows helps you move on.
Oh. I am sorry about your friend. My dad recently passed away too so I felt this one on a personal level. I love it.
Thank you.
We remember uncompleted things more than we remember completed things.
I think that's why we remember certain people more than others, because of things we intended but never did, or things that were just left unresolved.
It's called the Zeigarnik effect.
Sorry for your loss.
Never heard of that. Will look it uo when i get home and have bettet Internet
Perhaps you could do those things alone in remembrance of him . After my father died I went fishing alone on the lake he grew up on as a boy , fished as a man and later left in memory to me his being in every creek and point and mountain . As I passed by I felt his soul accompanying me and comforting me and letting me know he is never gone .
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