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My Future...I think of my future every day, Don't get me wrong, I live life and I pray, I'm as normal as normal can be for me, And I'm thankful for every day! You see, it's a little like this, My body is as wrecked as can be, I wobble when I walk, and I don't do much, Cos I'm in need of a wheelchair you see! My legs are a pain, my knees are gone, But my back is the one that's knackered, It won't hold me up, yep, it's give up; I guess all of my body is shattered! Cos everything's gone flipping wrong, My whole body's totally messed up, My blood's no good, my organs are damaged, Oh woe is me; my overflowing cup! But, you know, I think to my future life... No pain or illness God tells us true, So on my judgement, I have to say, I hope that you are in the right queue! Cos I'm going through the narrow gate, The wide one certainly isn't for me! I'm having a new life; I'm not going to hell! Wide gate will be chocker block you see! ...But... Salvation is there for all to have! So choose wisely; a life without strife! It's not easy to live as we should, but do it! Don't die on your demise, choose life!!! I was born to live!!! I wasn't born to die! My Future Can Be Yours Too! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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