Twenty-eight years I want twenty-nine
How could you tell me everything was fine
Why would you even think of dying
Would you really leave without trying
I'm so angry I could cry
To get help you have to try
For this disease there is a cure
And there's one thing I know for sure
I'll not take this lying down
It's not time to put you in the ground
You'll get up and you will fight
For our love and all that's right
Because twenty-eight years of loving you
Will become twenty-nine before I'm through.
wow...you leave me wanting to know more of this tale...I hope it continues for you...good write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Victoria, I have fought this battle with someone...I know the pain. It is good that you are finding some relief through your writing...please continue...you really do have the voice of a poet. 10! . Come back to read my 'On Being Green' Dorothy