the greatest man I've ever known
Kwyjibo
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they told you that you were dying
that your life would never be the same
even mundane tasks weren't worth trying
even with help it would take an hour
to get ready for the day
your disease was a shame,
they'd always say
so you took the pills
and you battled with all of your strength
you battled for 20 years,
taking an hour a day to comb your hair
you outlived the doctor that diagnosed you
and then one day, you were lying in a hospital bed
lying there, clinging to life.
and they took my mother aside
and they told her that after reviewing your files
it turns out you never had parkinson's
and the medications caused the symptoms
20 years of painful struggle for nothing
all of it was in vain
but you never knew,
and you went to your grave with a love for life
"Its not fair that men like me live, and a man like that dies"
that your life would never be the same
even mundane tasks weren't worth trying
even with help it would take an hour
to get ready for the day
your disease was a shame,
they'd always say
so you took the pills
and you battled with all of your strength
you battled for 20 years,
taking an hour a day to comb your hair
you outlived the doctor that diagnosed you
and then one day, you were lying in a hospital bed
lying there, clinging to life.
and they took my mother aside
and they told her that after reviewing your files
it turns out you never had parkinson's
and the medications caused the symptoms
20 years of painful struggle for nothing
all of it was in vain
but you never knew,
and you went to your grave with a love for life
"Its not fair that men like me live, and a man like that dies"
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.
wow. nicely written. very good...strong. sorry for your loss. the "hour a day" parts really makes this one.
When they die, some people are more misssed than grieved over, others cause us grief but are scarcely missed.
La Rouchefoucauld - Maxims
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.