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WALKING THE TREADMILLOk, I don't have control Lifes turns and twists Nurse looked at the screen "Don't move I have to get the Doctor." A little unnerving this. "Have you ever had chest pains?" "No!" "A heart attack?" "Not to my knowledge?" Three things are going on None of them seem to be good When I talk of heaven Of life after death Tests show I have been there It was not a dream I awoke from long ago I'm walking that treadmill Prostate Cancer seems to be in remission Guess I have to experience all Starting today I will lose the extra pounds I am not afraid of dying I have been to heaven and come back I want to see my Grand kid's grow Want to watch here not above Dare I say for rhyme surely not below Have to go for more tests Ain't getting old hell? Off for more blood work I go Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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