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The Ever Lasting Special Person's Memories

Poetry By: sitting ponderer
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This one is really old; it was probably amongst my first 3 poems. Anyways i wrote this poem just to express what i saw and felt at that very moment. It was in the library. This poem is REAL. I was sitting there in the garden when i saw this special person walk by; i don't want to ruin the poem. Just read it for yourself :p


Submitted:Jul 21, 2008    Reads: 858    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   


O Stranger!

I was sitting there comfy in the garden;
I raised my head; you came in front of my eyes;
I kept on gazing on you, but still couldn't understand,
What the world will do to such a man.
Others also joined me in staring at you,
Though we all were in a library garden,
Doing our usual worldly studies review,
But you ceased all that and we gawked at you.
You walked round the pathway,
With your arm turned like it was in a sling,
But the sling was no where to be seen,
You were impaired with your leg and arm, being.
You walked past like a season, slowly;
Towards the library door you were heading poorly,
I turned my head down to rethink how cold I am,
But then you again walked past, there was no lam.
Oh John Doe, for what did you come and go?
Thou took my heart like no one has ever bought,
An ordinary men, impaired, being gawked and made fun,
How you go along with this world? God's mercy be aground your soul.




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