21. Promise Me
I wish I could stay
here with you
until our hair turns grey.
I wish I could stay
here with you
until our hair turns grey.
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Feeling tired
Feeling weak
With all the pain you do not seek
I feel every word in this poem.
On June 2, 2010 I was told that I have stage four cancer. Still holding on.
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Let me go, release me like a flying kite.
Let me go, let me fade, like day turns to night.
Watch me sink, like the deep orange setting sun.
For 'twas a sunset of dreams I once provided for everyone.
Take a hand
Hold it near
Wipe away
The things we fear
Just one more day, Then I'll be on my way
So many things, I think of new ones everyday
My life was short, It went by way to fast
With every breath, It could be my last