life goes on

I'm not sure what I should say or what I should do

for a while my poetry is going to sound quite blue

you see I am feeling quite ill

so much pain so much anguish no help from my pill

I have so much thought about the other side

it is so hard to keep my fear inside

to my children I keep telling the lie

I keep telling them I will be here will not die

you can't help but feel sorry for them

they lost their mother when they were three

and  somehow they know they are going to lose me

I go down and sit by the Bay

hoping tomorrow will be a better day