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 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

Good to hear :)



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Your keen and observant eye caught every pitiful detail and your empathy-filled heart went out to him. And with your beautiful pen, you sketched him on this page for us. Indeed, we all know that old man, sitting forlorn with his beer and his unnoticed tears. We will all be going through grief and loss in the unforeseen future and your words so gently remind us of that sobering fact of life, dear Chris.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

8 Months Ago

DIVYA, I thank you for your thoughtful and kind review. So very much appreciated.

Chr.. read more
DIVYA

8 Months Ago

You are most welcome Chris.
Your sharply detailed glimpse into a sad empty life is sometimes more common than most (who are comfortable in life) ever think about. It's hard to walk away from a person who cannot pull him/herself up from some sinking spot in his/her life, but I've just had to do that with a longtime friend becuz I could not take another 15 years of her constant troubles. The problem with being caught in a rut is that you have nothing to give to others & pretty soon others walk away & then you become the title of your poem. This is so spot-on without being a bit cliche (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

PS . . . Almost forgot to wish you a happy new year & I"m looking forward to enjoying you & your writing in 2020!

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

9 Months Ago

Dear Margie, my Dad always told me there are givers and takers. Sounds like your friend took much fr.. read more

If we open our eyes and truly, the world is filled with such folk.... a splendid portrait of such a sad specimen..

Neville

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

9 Months Ago

Thank you Neville. All we have to do is look, there is suffering everywhere. Wishing you and yours a.. read more
Neville

9 Months Ago

You are most welcome Chris... and the very same to You and Yours.. tho sadly here, tis the saddest N.. read more
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 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

12 Months 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

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year 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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year 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

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year 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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year 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,



Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year 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

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year 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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Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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