While I'M Here Poem by Sylvia Carter

To be in Love, while I'm here tell me that you Love me while I'm here the word of God says the living know that they shall die, but the dead know not anything.
It happened December 9,1997 here is a note I wrote.
Dear Roy Lee some things I wish I'd said to you, but now you're gone away the last time I saw you, you were looking good sharp as you needed to be, I say clean as ususal and again I'm reminded that the dead know not anything. While I'm here tell me that you Love me you always, always loved dressing to impress that's one of the many things I'll remember about you sure we had our disagreements and head butting times, when you left I've learned to let the people in my life know I Love them. While I'm here tell me that you Love me,