{"id":86,"date":"2011-05-16T12:51:20","date_gmt":"2011-05-16T12:51:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=86"},"modified":"2014-08-08T12:54:42","modified_gmt":"2014-08-08T12:54:42","slug":"listening-to-a-man-discuss-a-friends-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/listening-to-a-man-discuss-a-friends-death\/","title":{"rendered":"Listening to a Man discuss a Friends Death"},"content":{"rendered":"

While typing poems in a cyber caf\u00e9, a man beside me chats to a friend on Skype about a sailor freinds death, officially from suicide in a method the friends find hard to understand. Colin, R.I.P., friend of a stranger next to me in a cybercafe\u2026<\/em> <\/p>\n

Sitting beside me, a man a friend ,
\nAbout a man unknown, who died by his own hand,
\nThey don\u2019t believe, think he could have been killed,
\nIn a way his friends cannot understand<\/p>\n

Someone washed their hands, the blood was his,
\nIn the sink: but they wonder why,
\nWould one do as its though he had done,
\nHad he chosen by his own hand to die.<\/p>\n

The method, reason, that this sailor man,
\nEnded his life. on whom others depended,
\nMakes no sense to his friends, think he was robbed,
\nAnd by anothers hands his life was ended.<\/p>\n

And I eavesdropping, though I could not help but hear,
\nThem discuss how it did not make sense,
\nThat their friend they are set to scatter at sea,
\nSay there is lots of reason for suspense\u2026<\/p>\n

A stranger, and to someone we all are the same
\nA prayer for him I silently say
\nAnd for those he left behind him when he died
\nI sitting, typing, the prayer silently pray\u2026<\/p>\n

And hope such an end I never see,
\nBut live to die a happy old age,
\nHaving outlived all my enemies and friends
\nAnd that my deaths notice on the page.<\/p>\n

Recalls a man, who lived life as he chose
\nAnd got to live it best he can
\nI hope, as do we all, to have such an end
\nAnd not end up like this tragic man.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

While typing poems in a cyber caf\u00e9, a man beside me chats to a friend on Skype about a sailor freinds death, officially from suicide in a method the friends find hard to understand. Colin, R.I.P., friend of a stranger next to me in a cybercafe\u2026 Sitting beside me, a …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[155,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-86","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-life","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-1o","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2503,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/phonecalls-never-made\/","url_meta":{"origin":86,"position":0},"title":"Phonecalls Never Made","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"16th January 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"I meant to ring but never did He normally did but never did The unspoken though that silent hid Told the truth, successful bid How can that be success at all, Action unknown bar for unmade call No mass, as desired, to bless the pall No more occasional coffee in\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Obituaries"","block_context":{"text":"Obituaries","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/obituaries\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Phonecall Never Made - make that call if someone else does not that normally do","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Phonecall-Never-Made-make-that-call-if-someone-else-does-not-that-normally-do.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Phonecall-Never-Made-make-that-call-if-someone-else-does-not-that-normally-do.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Phonecall-Never-Made-make-that-call-if-someone-else-does-not-that-normally-do.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Phonecall-Never-Made-make-that-call-if-someone-else-does-not-that-normally-do.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Phonecall-Never-Made-make-that-call-if-someone-else-does-not-that-normally-do.jpg?resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":481,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/hands-clasped-of-those-beside-us\/","url_meta":{"origin":86,"position":1},"title":"Hands Clasped Of Those Beside Us","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"4th September 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Among the hate and fear we see Daily, in our lives and on TV: Somewhere the message of God is lived out Far far from you and me... 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