My best friend, Saul, and I had worked side-by-side for many years.
Yesterday something happened at work which brought me to tears.
We were working the night shift at the mill, making boards.
THEN I spilled machine oil and he slipped on it. Saul fell TOWARDS…..
….a MOVING log we were processing into lumber. [Homes need wood! ]
I tried to pull him to safety, but I was too slow to do him any good.
Saul WAS a handsome 6 foot man, and is still married to a lovely wife.
For Saul I'd do almost anything, including giving up MY OWN life.
Now, what's done is done. It was an accident, I will always tell myself.
BUT that won't make me feel ANY better when I see a wooden shelf.
Yes, I feel it was ME who yesterday sawed Saul in two.
I'll never EVER forgive myself for spilling oil. Would YOU?
[ Now my best friend is 3 feet tall. ]
(August 28th, 2022.
** '(not) half the person/man/woman (one) used to be' is an idiom meaning: 'Having a reduced, diminished, or weakened physique, disposition, conviction, prowess, or mental acuity, as after some action, event, or trauma. Sometimes used in the negative but to the same effect.'
Lamentable poetry that even a kangaroo would avoid jumping on. Awful.
Good grief! , what a load of crap. You're dumbing down poetry with this garbage.
Your morbid humor has elicited another chuckle and five stars from me.
When I edited the poem to add 'Poem' in the 'addon/add-on' of my title, betwwn 'The' and 'For', all seemed to go well, BUT the added word may NOT show up. ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WHO/what is 'Bad Odour'? ? ? ? I want to look at her/his site. ;)
Bad Odour and Good grief are probably the same person. 'They' do not have accounts at Poem Hunter. If you click on their names you go nowhere, but if you click on my name you go to my poet page.