lillitnn92

A poem I forgot I had on Facebook notes.

"He was 39, the paper shall read
Always lent a hand to others in need
Never stopping to help himself
Keeping his needs on the bottom shelf

Tired, weary, he walked in
Vitals were shaky, he'd done it again
This time looked bad, there was no repair
Looked me in the eye, said "I don't care"

A death inside me, it's for the best
A seed of hope left, to show the rest
He will come back, you better believe
Stronger, happier and ready to live

There's been a rebirth inside me."