Monday, April 4, 2011

When My Time Comes

My condition is stable
Not changed much
Vital signs are okay
Nothing to brag about
I’ll pull through
Only to die later
Keep me alive 
So I’m still here
When my time comes
I want to go on forever
Not have to face never
But that’s not the way
It goes
And it goes on 
And on
No matter how I am
Or you, dear
We’ve little choice in the matter
But it’s all alright
Just ask the angels
The ghosts
And God
They’ll tell you the same
Keep the home fires burning
Within your soul
Persist in life
Resist death
Then let go
But not sooner
Wait till your time

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