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A Silent Sadness
by Daniel J MacTaggart
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A poem about how I have made and lost friends.

Ive watched each moment pass away, friends have come and gone.
None will stay whilst I survive, my curse has seen them go.
Touched by lives and gained respect, yet seen it pass me by.
It wont be long til you go too, but seconds til you run.
Each person takes a piece of me yet never kept it near.
In the end, theres just me left, just me to shed my tears.

You have your life, you have your cares, but not a thought is left.
You will not last, ive seen it once, yet more than I would like.
We pretend to be the same by night, yet day shows us for truth.
No shadows left for us to hide, no sanctuary to use.
A sweet mistery is all youll find, keeping me a friend.
I would not push it on yourself, it often means the end.

How then can this thing last the days, how can it last the years?
The truth is that it rarely can, we can not fight our fate.
Ive given time and given care, to all I thought were close.
So I now know what it can mean, when all thats left are ghosts.
I will not moan, I will not cry, theres work still to be done.
But it does not mean, I do this thing, anymore for fun.

Theres nothing left for me to do, my loyalty a chain.
I will not run from my tasks, Ill stay here til the end.
Simple pleasures robbed from me, taken out of spite.
but I cannot blame the source of woe, no matter how i cry.
I tell this tale to you, a ghost, knowing what youll see.
Remember warnings I have said, and spare a thought for me.

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