Poets

You fart in my bed ever night, snore in my ear and hog my side. You are in my mind every minute of the day. And the butterflies you give me just won’t go away. I will stand by your side and fight your battles.

When we were younger we never agreed. As we grow older we rarely meet Life is so busy now When did this happen?

When the lightning strikes and the storm has settled, you pick up the pieces and count your medals. When you wipe your tears and start to dance in the rain The sun comes out ready to start a bright new day. The doctors have told me. I am at the end.