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Contributed by Raymond_Anthony_Fernando on Thursday, 11th July 2002 @ 01:15:27 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

A room with basic furniture and a small television set
Neatly designed, you might at first glance, think that it a room to let
This is where Uncle Eddie reminisces about his life, some filled with regret
This is probably where silently he wept

His daughter’s outstanding academic success is Uncle Eddie’s pride
Yet he feels the love is not returned and so his sadness, he tries to hide
“I feel neglected”, he cries
“Will they dry the tears in my eyes?”
Uncle Eddie sighs

In dire need of love, Uncle Eddie roams the streets
Smiling, though it hurts, with anyone that he meets
Uncle Eddie keeps his unhappiness bottled up inside
Confiding in me and my wife only when the time is right

Though he is retired on a small pension,
Uncle Eddie has a big heart
A likeable character, his friendship will
always be welcomed from strangers right from the start
I assure Uncle Eddie, “ You are welcome to
have a meal in my home anytime you wish”
For I know that this elderly gentleman
feels wanted by the warmth in my home and the simple dish

My wife and I sense that Uncle Eddie is “crying in the rain”
For we know only too well that unreturned love can cause so much pain
Uncle Eddie has found love in God and in him he finds solace
And when he leaves this world, he hopes heaven awaits him,
for it is Uncle Eddie’s chosen place

Sincerely

Raymond Anthony Fernando

Copyright © Raymond_Anthony_Fernando ... [ 2002-07-11 13:15:27]
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Re: No Title (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Thursday, 31st October 2002 @ 02:43:41 AM AEST
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Beautiful, great poem

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