R.I.P. - Poem by Ann Mitchell
Better days are yet to come, that was often said,
But for me the years just drag along especially now i'm dead,
When i think of how i lived through all those trying days,
I often wonder what it was that made me live those ways,
A breath of air leaks through my bed, but soon drifts back to life,
Now once again i'm left alone with just the memory of my wife.
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