I know this poor bloke in the mood for suicide <br />And he has felt heavy hearted since the day his wife died <br />Some five years ago his ache of loss from him not gone <br />And till the day of his death his grief with him will live on. <br /> <br />I do meet him often though not every day <br />And for words to him I always feel stuck to say <br />He always talks of his dead wife and the grief that he feel <br />And for him I feel sorry since his sorrow is real. <br /> <br />On his sense of loss with him I sympathize <br />And each time I see him he has tears in his eyes <br />My condolences to him I already did pay <br />But the grief that he feels it is with him to stay. <br /> <br />The price of true love it can come at a great cost <br />And he is left to mourn for what he has lost <br />One in his late sixties his hair silvery gray <br />And the clock on his life it is ticking away. <br /> <br />A man due to grief in the mood for suicide <br />Though he is one now I would rather avoid <br />Since each time I meet him he talks of his dead wife <br />And I am one who needs laughter in my life.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-this-poor-bloke/