LIFE'S LIKE THAT
Why do I feel This,Pain within my chest.
Is it trying to show,
It's time to go.
Nothing left for me,
Wife tells me not so.
Who do I believe, when
My heart tells me,
It's my time to go.
Often felt this pain,
Tinnitus tells me so.
Despair hits my being,
Saviouring dangerous;
thoughts, It's time to go.
Pain subsides within,
Tell me it isn't so.
Since an unhappy childhood,
All I've really wanted,
Was; My time to go.
Guess I'll have to bide my time,
Till my heart tells me that it's so.
As I lay there on the floor,
Ravished by pain once more.
No wait; It's not my time to go,
My great grandson
Is knocking at my door.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-01-24 at 08:52
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