None Of My Business.

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Bern's Prose.
  • None Of My Business.
  • I must say that when I first heard the news, I thought that is really none of my business. How wrong I was proved to be, my short prose will tell you that it was my business. I am not the one to complain nor am I too soft hearted. I went through a couple of hard schools in my long term of life and I know that there are many things in this life that one just cannot say where they come from or even who started off this stupidity.
  • I can hear you saying why the hell does he not tell us what business is it that concerns him. I also know that many will look at the first few words and either delete this prose or those that are willing to read on to find out what concerns me so much. I must ask you to have a little patience, all will be told towards the end but there are these certain things that I must get off from my chest. You might say what things must he get off from his chest, they do not concern me.
  • You are of course right in what you say but I have this certain way of writing which I cannot and will not change. I must ask you again, please have a little more patience all will be clear if you read on to the end of my small episode. The news will not cause you any need for concern. It is after all just a humdrum source of unacknowledged news which many will not have noticed. Why it affected me I cannot say it was nothing that I must worry about, but I am also human and it got under my skin. This is the main reason why I have taken it upon myself to tell you all about it.
  • I cannot speak to my neighbours about this they just would not understand, there are some things that one must keep to oneself but other wise it is perhaps wiser not to talk around. Many will not understand my reasons for writing about this in the first place. It is after all not some juicy piece of gossip that concerns the World's population as such but you probably like me will be tickled pink at the thought that someone has placed this in a news reading for all to hear no mater what colour race or creed.
  • Are you still reading this tripe, Shame on you it does not pay to listen to gossip no matter where it stems from or who it spread in the first place. Mind you I must admit You are very tenacious with the patience of an Angel to have read through this rubbish. I really have no business to talk about let alone write about for all of you to read. This isa thought I had to get you all involved in a matter of no consequence. I think if you have read this far then I have succeeded in this my prose nonsense.
  • What do you all think. Do you condemn me or praise me for writing such literary rubbish? Just answer by means of a comment over Postpoems.org or through the comment box at the bottom of this scribble. My thanks will be ever yours. Bern.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 
  • For my Indian mate bishu. Nonsense at its best my friend. Written by my hand on this seventh day of the month of November two thousand and fourteen. Bern wishes you and your Lovely Family good wishes. By the way next week my wife and I are going for a short stay in hospital. Both feeling our age and hope for a short rest. about seven to ten days. Bern and Martha.
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My Dearest Respected Austromate

Frown All my sincerest best wishes and regards are going to the hospital alongwith you and Respected Martha. I shall be at your side all the while.Shall never ever abandon your side though the chasm may be wide.

~Forever your Indimate as on 7th Nov 2014 ~


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