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Under the knife
Contributed by
nebill
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Wednesday, 16th October 2002 @ 07:15:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I am sitting here in my comfort,
And a Friend is hurting.
I wish I could be there.
I can't take his pain,
But maybe I could share it.
Having a kneecap rebuilt
might be easy for the sedentary,
But he is far from that.
For he is a mentor, a student,
A worker, and above all, a Rider.
Those few who know me,
Understand that I am old school,
And don't lightly use words
Like Friend, or Respect,
Unless I truly mean them.
Yet I am proud to call him
Friend.
And humbled when he refers
in like kind to me.
And my respect grows ever deeper.
After he is done with his ordeal,
then the healing will begin.
And all I can do is counsel,
And try with words
To speed his recovery.
If all has gone well,
He should be done.
But, as he wakes from drugged slumber,
Do you suppose he knows,
I have been there with him in spirit?
Copyright ©
nebill
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2002-10-16 07:15:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Under the knife
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lia on
Friday, 18th October 2002 @ 12:53:31 PM AEST (User
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I am positive he knows...a friendship like yours is priceless :) By the way..I see you on the server...aren't you supposed to be on vacation??? hehe |
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