I'm really sad to see you go, it really is a pity,
And so I dedicate to you, this sweet and little ditty.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, and keep in touch you hear,
Because I'm keen to learn the news you've found a new career.
Good times we've shared with laughs and jokes, you are a super friend,
And when your gone there'll be a hole, impossible to mend.
I'll miss your smile and happy face, of that you know for sure,
As too I bet will everyone, for you made friends galore.
Yet this is not the end for us, it's merely 'au revoir',
For I'll still text and call you up no matter where you are.
2 comments:
I think this is a lovely poem. It's just a shame you are my brother, and there aren't more men out there like you.
Ooops, now your friend will think that there is incest ripe within the family - and that's probably where you got your freakish behaviour from !!!
I would just like to say that we live in a sorry old world, where a persons circle of friends grows ever smaller each year.
This poem above is what I created this morning and afternoon to say, what I felt was, a fitting goodbye to a great friend at work whom I've known for over two years and have shared many secrets and personal experiences together { nothing intimate, it is not that kind of friendship }.
I am prepared to accept that not many guys do poetry, that most people at work might poke a little fun my way, and I can accept that one or two will even be nasty about me behind my back - mainly through jealousy in that not only can I do this but also that I am not afraid to say it either.
However, when I showed it to another of my friends { or so I had always counted until today } who I have known at work for over four years, they read it in silence and then said some fairly strong comments on it, such as that :-
"It comes across very strong that you are in love with her, have always and will always be in love with her" and "that it is a bit scary and freaky in places, like your some kind of desperate sexual stalker or something by saying you will follow her everywhere she goes"
That is the kind of comment that really stings and cuts me to the quick, even more so than usual because it came from someone that I thought was my friend. That they could even think that, even for a second, hurt more than a million insults from any other member of staff or company director.
I will, and always have, freely admitted that yes I like Paula, yes I think she is sexy and a great person but ... "love her always", " freaky", "scary", "stalker", "desperate" - they are not words or phrases I want thrown in my face from anyone ESPECIALLY not by someone calling themselves my friend.
When an innocent poem written from the heart about a good friend who has been unjustly made redundant evokes these kinds of spiteful and hurtful words, then in my opinion the person who said them must have some serious issues with either me or with life in general.
But whatever their issues are, to take them out on me in such a skathing attack and then try to say that it is their way of protecting me and that these are the kinds of things other people are going to say when they themselves are the only one to have read it, is just not on.
I showed it to four other friends closer to home, all who know me a lot better than the friend from work, and all thought it sweet and endearing, none thought it perverted or stalker-ish in the slightest.
And so I say again, it is a sad sorry world that we live in, and one where as time goes by I feel less and less inclined to share myself with others. In fact, much more of this and I will start becoming a hermit and be likely to change my name to Wonko the Sane, just so everyone knows it. { sic - Douglas Adams }
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