by Unknown
Aug 2011 286 Views 1 comments
I WILL not I CANNOT
I WILL NOT, I CANNNOT
She lost most of her hair and lay still in her bed
An oxygen tank is her constant company
She smiles in the face of dreariness and dread
And sadly she’s breathing by brevity’s decree
Hers is a matter grave in consequence, nature and ways
It’s a sorrowful situation as the light dies in her eyes
Her condition has created dreadfully dreary days
Yet she spurts words of wisdom from a mind still so wise
Her arms but bones, her leg akin to a stick
Her body is rotting both outside and in
How sad it is to view beauty so perilously sick
And her condition proves EVEN YOUR GOD CAN SIN!
Personally I can’t visit her because too large is my heart
I can’t face the signs that she’s headed so soon for Heaven’
Aged is her body but quick is a mind that knows she’s soon to depart
And the greatest sin of all is that she is only eleven
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
She lost most of her hair and lay still in her bed
An oxygen tank is her constant company
She smiles in the face of dreariness and dread
And sadly she’s breathing by brevity’s decree
Hers is a matter grave in consequence, nature and ways
It’s a sorrowful situation as the light dies in her eyes
Her condition has created dreadfully dreary days
Yet she spurts words of wisdom from a mind still so wise
Her arms but bones, her leg akin to a stick
Her body is rotting both outside and in
How sad it is to view beauty so perilously sick
And her condition proves EVEN YOUR GOD CAN SIN!
Personally I can’t visit her because too large is my heart
I can’t face the signs that she’s headed so soon for Heaven’
Aged is her body but quick is a mind that knows she’s soon to depart
And the greatest sin of all is that she is only eleven
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
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Comments (1)
A touching piece of write,lovely story. It's interesting to see how many of our young ones die from these dreadful sicknesses which may not be a cause of their own,nice job yet again,best wishes.
Yours Sincerely
PN1