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Best Poems About / On SYMPATHY
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Simple Plan
I look around me but all i seem to see,
is people going nowhere expecting sympathy
its like were going through the motions of a scripted destiny
tell me wheres our inspiration
if life wont wait i guess its up to me
we wont come back the world is calling out
leave the past in the past going to find the future
misery loves company
your going to miss me when im gone
procrastination running circles in my head
while you set there contemplating your left there for dead
life is what happens while your busy making your excuses
another day another casuality
but that wont happen to me
dont look back when i say goodbye
im going to take whats mine today
another waisted day
i guess its up to you
leave your past in the past and go find your future
jen anonomouz
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upon hearing that a lawyer dies of tongue cancer
i sent my sympathies
and notes of condolences
some flowers and
a big wreath for the
death of a lawyer
suffering from cancer
of the tongue
the delivery boy who
carries it to the place
where the dead body lies
tells the other delivery boy
carrying the flowers
his tongue deserves it.
RIC S. BASTASA
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His Side Of The Story
He said he feels so disappointed since she swore before God in the church
That till death she would love and stay with him and never leave him in the lurch
But after ten years of marriage she left him and took their eight and nine years old daughter and son
And though he feels so sad and hard done by I do suppose what's done is done.
He told me his side of the story how he loved her and to her was kind
And I searched my heart for sympathy for him though sympathy there for him I could not find
He seemed like he had one too many and I muttered I do understand
But maybe I ought to have told him that his problem he held in his hand
Perhaps in his right hand he was holding his problem an uncorked litre bottle of beer
But my truth I kept hidden from him there is such a thing known as fear
For he was a big and strong fellow perhaps of thirty and in his prime
And had I spoken my truth to him I might not be writing this rhyme.
To me the bloke a complete stranger and one I had not seen before
He finished his beer in one swallow and staggered out through the pub door
To see the back of him I was not sorry his sort of problem to so many known
And I was not one to advise him since I have problems of my own.
My sympathies with the woman who left him I feel her decision was right
'Twould not surprise me if he hit her when he staggered in home drunk at night
And perhaps he too hit the children the booze brings the worst out in men
And alcohol the downfall of many a marriage and abuse of it does seem a sin
He told me his side of the story how his wife and children had left when he went home one day
But I did not have the guts for to tell him that perhaps from him they are better away
He was big and strong and not happy and I muttered I do understand
And I felt too scared for to tell him that his problem he held in his hand
Francis Duggan
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Another love
when i touch you,
when i kiss you,
when i walk beside you,
when i look into your eyes,
I feel, i love you.
when i see a mother begging from door to door,
when i see a cute girl selling flower in the street,
when i see a young boy dying for a few money,
when i see an old father pulling a heavy rickshaw,
I believe, i love them.
Sometimes, i ask myself whom do i love more.
I look inside myself, and wonder at the answer!
I have feelings for you my baby,
when i stay with you, i feel i have got everything.
But when i think of those helpless,
I discover myself into a hell.
Anyone may say it a kind of sympathy.
But i know the fact that, it is more than sympathy,
Some kind of love, that makes me feel guilty,
guilty for doing nothing for them.
In every life, there is only one love,
the love for his girl, they say so.
But i feel with my every single breath the fact.
we all have another love, that we never try to feel,
never try to understand, but we have.
Not sympathy, it is god gifted, natural,
another love for man....
kafil uddin raihan.
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