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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Care (Stream XIX)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Here where no one cares, <br>Careworn she lies sick in the fetid air.<br>The sick room smell, lies rank upon her.<br>And she so sick, tries to rise, <br>But some immovable force holds her down<br>Too sick to rise.<br>No angel ministers her fevered brow<br>Nor comes with swift and gentle aids.<br>Like old news she lies forgotten<br>Abandoned, useless, broken.<br>No progeny from her barren womb<br>To ease her passage through old age.<br>Or send her a loving last farewell<br>A kiss to ease her on the road to her demise.<br>And he she loved with tender care <br>Gone, lost in a war these long years past.<br>Footsteps pass her door<br>And feebly she calls out, <br>No answer comes.<br>No foot across her threshold falls, <br>Forgot by all, <br>She dies alone. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">P H Brookes Copyright 2012</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Paul+Brookes">Paul Brookes</a></strong></div>

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