I am not one to write you love poetry
So instead of one I'll write about three
All but one I knew only a short while
Each one had the beauty that would beguile
But this boy--man serving his country
Most of the romance in letters you see
One said the day I left I will always love thee
My friend took me to his high school prom
He said see that beauty she is looking like you belong
One by one they removed the dancers from the floor
Until my beauty and I stood alone there were no more
The third girl I worked with and knew the best
If I had to choose it would have been her I must confess
The Doctor said, "My friend, this sickness, five years to live."
So the gift I gave each girl I was forced to give
Each letter was returned recipient had deceased
It was a cruel way to break the word to say the least
It was a dumb thing to do each girl found away to find I was alive
One girl said it doesn't matter for you I do despise
Second walked around you could have had this you were not wise
Much of this was true when the Doctors word were wrong and lies
One girl flew to my funeral to be comfort to my mother
She saw me hugging my sister in the yard hated me more that the others
They have gone on with their lives never think of me
It was a cruel way to say goodbye I am sure you disagree
The rest of the story. One of my shames in life
this is all true. Weeks before discharge from the
Air force I came up with this strange illness. I was
losing weight, weak, The Doctors took tests could
find nothing wrong. Reason for a second opinion.
The Doctor was wrong. There was nothing strange about
my illness. Nothing that would say I would die in
five years. I was suffering from food allergies. I
didn't want to put any of there girls through taking
care of a dying man. I was young and immature. The
most important of the girls wrote in her letter if
he was dying would I have loved him any less. I am
glad I found out in time I thought he was so different.