He used to call me names
Throw paper balls at me
Would drop a toad on my desk
And on some days even three
I would help him in his homework
He never would thank me back
Only thing I got in return
Were the silly jokes that he’d crack
He used to dress so shabbily
To school, he was always late
I even told my mother once
“That’s the boy I hate”
…
That’s how our story went
Until I broke my foot one day
It was somewhere in February
I had to stay in bed till May
He would come and visit me
Dressed appropriate and fine
And joke that he was first to school
While others reached by nine
He would bring all the notes from school
And occasionally flowers and chocolates
My mother even asked me once
“Isn’t that the boy you hate?”
That’s how our story went
He soon became my mate
It’s hard to believe but
He’s the boy I used to hate
…
18 years and 2 kids later
He is still the same guy to me
Still cracking those silly jokes
But he better not drop any toad on me
Sometimes I get a dreadful thought
How different our story would be
If I hadn’t hurt my foot that day
That day in February
Precious!
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You have definite talent as a poet. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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Thank you so much
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What an interesting story of two friends! Beautiful poem!
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Wow, words fail me. I’m impressed. Poetry about fate outside of mythology is something I haven’t realized I needed before.
Thanks, and excellent work!
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Welcome
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Actually, I’ve thought of something. Is it fine if I link this on my blog (with appropriate information) and share it with everyone?
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No problem. Go ahead
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Beautiful! Simply beautiful!
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Thank you so much
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Reblogged this on Dream Desire Achieve.
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Love it. Put aside first impressions and have the time to find out what lives in a person’s heart. It like “problems provide us with greater opportunities.” Just heard that idea recently.
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True. Thanks
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That’s cute.
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WOW- LOVE this! Thanks for sharing a piece of your story!
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This is lovely!
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… zeroing in on the good part of a negative 🙂 Nicely done!
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Reblogged this on The rePurposed Life and commented:
Who is your angel?
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Haven’t met her yet
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Someday
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Beautiful short story.
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Oh I love this and made me smile 🙂
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Reblogged this on rummy's own blog ^_^ and commented:
Beautiful poem! 🙂
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Thanks a lot
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Lovely little narrative. Well done.
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Charming. It’s true too! So many great relationships of all kinds turn on something as improbable as a fortunate accident. Slip on winter ice and the guy who helps you up might become your best friend.
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Indeed. Not all accidents are unfortunate. There’s always a silver lining somewhere
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Wauw. I really loved that. Such love! Dare one dream of such hope?
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Thanks. Yes, dare and dream on
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Beautifully written
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Beautiful words !
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You’re the best.. 😍😍😍
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Thank you so much. Appreciate it
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Simple yet profound one, Frank!
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How sweet! ❤ ❤ ❤
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that’s what i was gonna say!! 🙂
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This is so beautiful❤️
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Beautiful words
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😍😍😍
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