There is so much we want to do
Publish a book or ebook
Giving proceeds to the poor
Doing my all by hook or by crook,
I foolishly when to a publisher
A so called Christian company
I wonder when meet Christ
If they'll have lies aplenty,
Searching for a love real
In a world of phoney smiles
Either the love will be next door
Or one where you travel miles,
Time and time again heart's
Been broken into tiny pieces
Where one feels so useless
Like a bag full of dog feces,
I'm exhausted from chemo
Tired of my ways to fools defend
I'm sick and tired of being sick tired
I so long for all "Times End",
When my time is finished
I want to leave a legacy
I want someone somewhere
To weep a few tears over me.
JJSweets 06Jan20 18:16 hrs
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