Israh Sadan

Rookie - 226 Points (February 1978 / South Africa)

Sad Tale - Poem by Israh Sadan

I grow stale of this tale
And with deep regret
I try to forget a kindness,
a confidence
and the care of friend.
Cannot mend this tear in time,
This passionate crime,
The cause of chaos and bitterness and hurt.
We spew blame and toss dirt.
Now that all is lost and nothing is left.
We're bereft, of a friend.
What an awful price to pay
For the stupid games we play.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 23, 2015

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