A Friend To None

A Friend To None

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw

I spied an old man sip his beer,
his eyes were glazed, full cloudy day.
Oblivious to all around
he didn't hear the raucous sound
of other drinkers loud at play.

I watched him as he raised his glass.
I didn't miss a tear that fell
that trickled down his weathered skin.
I felt another's suffering,
his sadness wrapped me in its spell.

Where was he in his troubled mind?
For sure he wasn't here with us
His shirt was stained, his hair unkempt,
I pondered where his thinking went.
He drank his pain with little fuss.

My thoughts returned to you and I.
The Reaper is a friend to none,
for when you've lost your trusted mate,
you lose your compass and your fate
lies in the stars, your present gone.

© 2019 Christine Anne Shaw


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I imagined that you were watching my ex-husband. He cried in his beer often after he walked away from us. There was always someone to run and tell me. I felt bad for him but three was nothing I could do or say. Sometimes its best to just let them work through it all on their own. Thank God, he did and he's sober now, remarried and living far away from me.

I enjoyed reading this even though it dug deep into my heart.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Dear Rhayne, many thanks for reading this poem and sharing from your own perspective. I hope it wasn.. read more
Rhayne

3 Weeks Ago

Not at all. That was many many years ago. Water under the bridge, down the stream and out to sea.
Christine Anne Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Good to hear :)



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I believe... and this is just me mind you, that when someone who is close to your heart for so long that they never really go. The impressions and waves sent from there presence to yours remains long after there physical presence has gone. I have loved many people that I have lost over the years and I can still feel there hearts and still sometimes yes in lament but if I hold my breath and wait a second I can still hear there voice and feel there touches. Like the penned reflection of your empathy in this chance encounter at the bar is touching my heart right now.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


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Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Bunny you have a kind soul. This is a truly beautiful review and I thank you for your welcome visit... read more
Hell of an insight Chris... I'm glad I paused

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Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Chris. We have eyes, not everyone uses them to their full potential. I'm pleased you stopp.. read more
I can't help but feel compassion for this man. That he was a dark cloud for you to see tells me that he was raining on the inside. When one becomes so weighted down with such burdens, it's hard to hide the pain. It's a reflection of where we do not want to be, knowing it's never really far. Life is full of pain, and we rain. Very nice and emotive poem here.

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Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Linda, lady of compassion. It is difficult to watch someone in pain, even if it is of thei.. read more
Your words tugged at my heart reminding me of someone I knew a long time ago. Love so many lines, but "He drank his pain with little fuss" is brilliant. Always a pleasure to read your words :) Julie

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Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Julie it is so good to have a visit from you. Thank you so much for your lovely review. All good wis.. read more
empathy can be as painful as hope. but some pain keeps us from going insane.

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Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Many thanks drew for your thoughts and your perspective on pain. Empathy is certainly painful at tim.. read more
So very descriptive Christine. The sadness, the loneliness you portray is palpable; and like jacob, I found the line 'he drank his pain with little fuss,' quite outstanding, in what is a stand out poem from first line to last.

Beccy,



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Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Dear Beccy thank you for your thoughts. Always good to see you. Best wishes

Chris
Noone truly knows another's pain or how much they can stand for some rock bottom

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Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

You are right. If you look, you can see the pain but you can't measure it. Thank you Kent.
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Chris, this is a poem that hit me hard. I've seen such men, and if I'm being honest, I see parts of me in your words, too. Perhaps that's why it hit me. Alcohol is an escape, a bloody liar, that denies you the pain you need to change what's broken. Though I very much enjoy bourbon and Scotch, I know when to stop...or not drink. I never want to be the man you've painted here, and I'd very much like to never see such a man (or woman again).

In the US, you can find the same scene in nearly every community, except cheap drugs now compete with alcohol. Such sad times for so many. Like you, I often wonder what drove an individual to that point, where he or she is so blind they don't even recognize the loss of their own dignity. Truly moving work, Chris.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Robert, thank you so much for sharing and so honestly with it. So interesting to hear your views and.. read more
It is amazing how we can become so lost in a crowd of one, while normality continues all around us, oblivious to its sense of mocking our thoughts that there will ever be a normal again.
The phrase "every book tells a story" reverberates in your words Chris, but if we are the book, then it would surely be more appropriate that every face is an infinite collection of untold tales that feels to each of us, several Internets worth of stories and tales.
Beautifully expressive words.


Posted 3 Weeks Ago


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Christine Anne Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Good morning Lorry and thank you for your lovely review. I was so touched by this man's sadness. He .. read more
"He drank his pain with little fuss"
that is a classic line...like Hemingway...
this Reaper can also refer to a dead relationship...the mate not dying physically but leaving emotionally...and leaving us to cry in our beers.
and when the present is gone...in the immediacy we forget that we may still have a future...
we are consumed with the pain of now.
j.

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Christine Anne Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Jacob. Yes these lines could apply to both a death or a dying relationship. This old man w.. read more

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Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for a year now, so pleased I made the change to posting my work here. Have loved reading poetry all my life, but never wrote my first poem until I hit 40. I wish now that I.. more..

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