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It was a cliché spring day in the park
grass was greening the sun filtered
through new leaves on elm trees and
birds were singing, busy building nests.
Had bought a newspaper and sat down
on a bench near an old man who with
his cane made invisible circles in the air.
“ I’m eighty-four and still fit.” He said.
“ Hmm, interesting” “ My wife died
ten years ago.” “ How sad.” I opened
the paper but didn’t read was thinking
of what my doctor had said that if I did
that operation I could live for another
twenty years. And be as old and lonely
as the man next to me? Yet we all like
to live as long as possible, we don’t
know anything else.
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spring park
Date: Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 03:30:00 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Jan_Oskar_Hansen
Spring Park.


It was a cliché spring day in the park
grass was greening the sun filtered
through new leaves on elm trees and
birds were singing, busy building nests.
Had bought a newspaper and sat down
on a bench near an old man who with
his cane made invisible circles in the air.
“ I’m eighty-four and still fit.” He said.
“ Hmm, interesting” “ My wife died
ten years ago.” “ How sad.” I opened
the paper but didn’t read was thinking
of what my doctor had said that if I did
that operation I could live for another
twenty years. And be as old and lonely
as the man next to me? Yet we all like
to live as long as possible, we don’t
know anything else.


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