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Posted by CFMBabs , 16 May 2007 · 673 views

I remembered something today which made me smile
Something I've not spoken of in a very long while
This wise old man I ran into
Began to chat about someone he knew
He first enquired about my health then began his tale
The sadness in his tone of voice made me turn quite pale
For he told me of his closest friend who had recently passed away
He was going to the cemetery when he stopped me along the way

He reminisced along each step and I laughed at every joke
Said they were the non-complaining sort, never bothered other folk
And when he stopped to catch his breath, joked it would be his last
So we'd better get a move on and get to the cemetery fast
He asked me about my condition but all I said was, "Fine"
Said his friend was like me and and their illness just like mine
Never moaned or grumbled just got on with their life
Never blamed the doctors throughout their toil and strife

He told me of his rheumatism, how it plagued his tired feet
And with that we looked around to find a little seat
Oh Yes! my dear I'm lonely and I miss my dear old friend
I never thought it would happen and this is it -- the end!
I'm sure they'd want to trade with me, bad feet instead of death
Well they could have them any day along with my short breath!

We chatted for an hour or so then he said he had to go
His missus would be calling, of that he told me so
The flowers he was clutching he left upon the seat
And as he wandered in the distance I took on a feat
I'd find the grave he was looking for and place the flowers on
And when I looked again, that old man had gone!
I was looking for a Frederick on each and every stone
I found a new dug grave but Fred wasn't on his own
It said his wife was with him a cold shiver down my neck
That very man I'd spoken to was Fred -- Oh ****!
I'd been talking to a spirit and boy! was I afraid
I put down the flowers and out the cemetery I made.

Years passed by, I never went back, I often thought of Fred
If it was true he was a ghost, well by now he would be dead
Funny how time just flies on by and people you often meet
But none like dear old Fred and his aching feet!

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