I've been told that I've
A one in seven chance
Of a possible survival
Tis a gamblers chance,
I desire no one to pity me
Though your words I admire
Before I cast off this mortal shell
I seek a lady who'll love me,
Odd thing is I'll survive
The Grim Reaper wants me alive
So with born strength I'll strive
Towards a long life I will drive,
With each new poem I read
I find a desire to get past today
You are the life source I need
Your poetry lights my way,
I have no use for your pity
I do need to read your poetry
You're the blessings of my life
From my doubts setting me free.
JJSweets 08Dec19 19:18 hrs
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