There is nothing more for me with life to give,
There is nothing more with me in life to live,
But I am not so selfish to gift tears to dad and mom,
Because I know they will be shattered when I am gone….
Today my little late arrivals fill them with a huge panic,
And my death shock will surely throw them to live on medicine and tonic,
I do not want them to live as a lifeless artificial object,
Because I know I am their only living subject….
And my death shock will surely throw them to live on medicine and tonic,
I do not want them to live as a lifeless artificial object,
Because I know I am their only living subject….
Though I smile hiding the dreadful rebelling storm inside myself,
But I know I have to live to hold their hands to provide help,
I am now in such a situation so cruelly harsh,
That I feel I am stuck alone in the weeds of quick sinking marsh.
But I know I have to live to hold their hands to provide help,
I am now in such a situation so cruelly harsh,
That I feel I am stuck alone in the weeds of quick sinking marsh.
There is nothing more for me with life to give,
There is nothing more with me in life to live……..
There is nothing more with me in life to live……..
Poet by Situation
&
Not by Birth....
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