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August 2, 2015

Sore Reminiscences

I noticed an old man 

Sitting on a park bench

Sobbing his heart out

The silent sobs

Leaving a trail

Behind the tears

Pricked my heart aloud.

I stopped a passerby

‘Mister’, one query –

‘Why does this old man cry?’

‘Ahh! A sad story’

He replied.


courtesy - Magpie Tales














The man was once poor 

When his young daughter died

He ran pillar to post

However, people played deaf to his cries

Every year he returns to the bench

Where he held her tight 

One last time.

Sore reminiscences.

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26 comments

  1. Sad and well done.

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    1. Thanks for appreciating!

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  2. Sad story, well done. Good write.

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    1. Thank you Elena. Welcome to 'As time Flies'.

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    1. What more can one ask if the words were able to send across message. Thanks!

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  4. Heartbreaking, and such a great take on the prompt. She is beautiful, set to rest in a tender way, covered in flowers and nature... but poor dad probably couldn't afford to have her buried. So sad, so tender.

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    1. Thank you Magaly. Glad you liked the post!

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    1. Indeed! Life and the stories it weaves.

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  6. In a word, remarkable...

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    1. Thank you. Words like this keep the mind working double hard!

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  7. this is so sad..how emotional it must be to sit on that bench.

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    1. Yes, that must be painful for that man especially when in spite of all the wealth he had no daughter.

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  8. Very poignant and touching lines. Loved the post :-)

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    1. Thanks for liking the poem.

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  9. Tragic story told so beautifully!

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    1. Glad you liked it!

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  10. Tender and tragic. I kind of liked how it ended before I read the part after the image.
    ‘Why does this old man cry?’
    ‘Ahh! A sad story’
    He replied.

    but your whole poem was lovely!

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    1. Welcome Bekkie and thanks for the kind words.

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  11. daughters should never be taken from fathers, except by nothing less than love

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    1. So true. Nothing less than love....

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    1. I know... But somewhere a part of life...

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