What Can We Do?
He may die soonThe medics say
No more to do
They tell you.
Your darling old baby
Adored adored
Is so sick
And soon may lose himself.
I look at you
And think of him...
Want to take
All that approaches away.
Will you let me
Talk you closer?
We cannot change a thing
But we must feel all that's
Happening.
Cast off the stiff moulded lip
You can enjoy his life still here.
Find joy in his existence.
Later deal with sorrow.
What can we do.
What can we do.
We can do nothing but love each other.
Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-07-04 at 02:05
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