Author: Brown Eyz
As I lay here unable to move in this hospital bed,
I think of the granted I took for the life I once had.
I can no longer breathe on my own,
Iíve come to the realization that Iím never going home.
The house and family that I can appreciate now,
And itís too late for me to stick around.
When I was healthy I complained about getting old,
I said Iíd rather die than grow wrinkly and cold.
But now Iíd give anything for even another day,
Iíll never get to have kids and watch them play.
No more Christmasís and family dinners,
All I have now are the good times to remember.
The days when I was happy and filled with life,
Is slowly fading away as I close my eyes.
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