Death arrived at my
Front door today
I was waiting for a long time
For that to arrive
I had pray
So many months ago
Telling God
I am not healthy anymore
I have bad healthy
I have bad lungs
I have to use a
Oxigen tank
It is not fun
People come and pay
Tribute to me
They leave flowers
Cards and teddy bears
For me
I been loved by
My readers
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Comments2
A sorrowful poem. The poet's struggles with health issues and the bittersweet nature of receiving love and tribute from others as they face their end.
I am sad for your illness and wish you well this is a sad poem and needs some hope.
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